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Fire, Fire EverywhereFire, fire everywhere, and our lives are swirling in the night sky. We trip and stumble through the paths, marching to die. Our bones are a sad state A melting memory from a vertebrate The women cry a sorrowful chant, dancing in the fields The men bellowing from behind their heated shields Children trying to grow up too fast Trying too hard to push away the past Barbarians at the doors Smoke escaping our pores.Fire, Fire Everywhere
by ~Br0kenS0cial
The Sidewinder Sleeps TonightJake slowly navigated his way through the treacherous Nevada desert, hoping it would all go as planned. In the distance he saw the intimidating signs warning him not to enter. These meant he was closer, but not close enough. Through the internet, he managed to find the best way to enter, Google earth provided him with a visual idea and a member of an online forum provided him with the know-ho; where there was a break in the fence, which area was unguarded, etc. He put it together and voila; a plan.The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight
His rucksack banged heavily against his thigh, he immediately stopped and adjusted it one wrong move and he’d light up like a roman c
by ~Br0kenS0cial
El mundo nuevoThe angry Atlantic fought our voyage tooth and nail, cursing our ship's name in the howling wind. Our first mate cowered below deck, shaking like each of the ship's masts, towering to the heavens above. The angry dios in the skies shook our miserable existence and commended we tempt not fate and turn to our modest homes, but we challenged him. As if on command, the sky let loose a terrible smite and crashed with furry into the aft sail. The crew shuddered and fell to the wooden deck, kissing it and saying a prayer to spare our lives. "ˇTú cobardes!" I cried, "ˇLevantarte!" The men slowly rose to their feet, blasphemy radiating from their eyesEl mundo nuevo
by ~Br0kenS0cial
AutumnThe warm Autumn breeze invaded my nostril's like all the cheesy ballads that I loathe to like said they would. The leaves dance slowly to the ground and the cool, crisp air snaps at me like a frozen whip. A giggle pierces my atmosphere and I turn to look at the girl who I so affectionately refer to as "mine". She teases the daydreams of a fatherless romanticist; my daydreams. My mental castle-building has long been the subject of ridicule, a focal point of laughter. We enter the courtyard of her youth, a place I am not welcome and a place I do not feel welcome. We ascend the cheery wood front porch of her parent's personal Victorian CathedralAutumn
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picyture just in this moment, get it 'just in' ahahaahahahah
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Is It Possible To Fake A Smile For So Long It Becomes Your Expression For Sadness?
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