Basically I use blog sections as a place for my random thoughts which normally come out in odd forms such as mini stories and blurbs which some may pass off as poems. Though I highly doubt they are. For me they're just randomness spewing forth from my brain. My writings if you will.
Here are some samples:
While your never ever comes through shadows and spires, the turrets spin at the top of towers built high enough to touch the clouds. I look up too late to dodge the oncoming storm and my feet are burned by the scorched earth. Acting as if the rain is a blanket I wander, soaked and drenched as one rat in this race.
(This earth holds naught but one holy moment, for we're waiting for the ever-after...)
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Into the night! They cried with glee as the clouds parted revealing a new moon, and the blackest of black skies. Not even stars could penetrate the dark, vast cavern of space this night. Crying out to the shadows that couldn't be cast, the victim ran through the trees, hoping not to trip on the unseen and the unknown.
"I'm not really here, this isn't real, or maybe I'm dreaming and this is a race." Such fleeting hopes for one who will soon be doomed to haunt these woods. With the sun streaming through the branches of the trees and the birds chirping during the day this place seemed so peaceful and inviting.
Now death and gloom hangs on every tree limb, on every leaf and in every whisper of the wind. Those peaceful days are dead and gone! Never to return and never will the light of day shine in your eyes! There's nothing to hide behind anymore and all this running wreaks havoc on the intestines. Every movement followed by searing pain. Cramps are setting in, crippling even the slightest bit of movement.
So it's true then, no one can run forever.
Here are some samples:
While your never ever comes through shadows and spires, the turrets spin at the top of towers built high enough to touch the clouds. I look up too late to dodge the oncoming storm and my feet are burned by the scorched earth. Acting as if the rain is a blanket I wander, soaked and drenched as one rat in this race.
(This earth holds naught but one holy moment, for we're waiting for the ever-after...)
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Into the night! They cried with glee as the clouds parted revealing a new moon, and the blackest of black skies. Not even stars could penetrate the dark, vast cavern of space this night. Crying out to the shadows that couldn't be cast, the victim ran through the trees, hoping not to trip on the unseen and the unknown.
"I'm not really here, this isn't real, or maybe I'm dreaming and this is a race." Such fleeting hopes for one who will soon be doomed to haunt these woods. With the sun streaming through the branches of the trees and the birds chirping during the day this place seemed so peaceful and inviting.
Now death and gloom hangs on every tree limb, on every leaf and in every whisper of the wind. Those peaceful days are dead and gone! Never to return and never will the light of day shine in your eyes! There's nothing to hide behind anymore and all this running wreaks havoc on the intestines. Every movement followed by searing pain. Cramps are setting in, crippling even the slightest bit of movement.
So it's true then, no one can run forever.
_felis_:
I like it.
movienevermade:
Thank you 