| Dug this up, and I consider it my best poem. |
The ChapelDown the hall; third door On the left Is a room of stalls and Porcelain bowls. Where we confess our sins…The Chapel
Inside, mosaic leads the eyes and The foot. Gaze never faltering, your twin keeps watch As you close the Door. A sentinel to your practice.
Above the baptismal you find a resting Place; setting yourself upon chrome With feet on the brim.
In a place like this, where So many rituals have conjured up Demons… So many acts of Evil… But close your eyes, and relish The silence, the solitude. As you
Where I Come FromI come from the periphery Of your mind and The focus of Your eyes.Where I Come From
You never saw me coming. Like a beast on the hunt; Silent, sleek, sublime.
I come from the epitome of Deception and The grace of Savagery.
The battle was waged. Like a wolf bearing his teeth; Vengeful, virulent, valiant.
I sprung from nothing And achieved everything. I began with everything And resolved with nothing.
An on-going cycle. Birth Death Rebirth
You thought you had seen the last of me. Like
The Spider and The FlyThis is a story, nothing more. What you take from it is up to you.The Spider and The Fly
The dawn of industry signaled the dusk of belief. As machines seized the field, the Earth took on a state of perpetual steel and fire. Though churches still rung loudly with the Bible’s promises of the land of milk and honey, most of the human race had moved on from petty morality and opted to embrace the coming smog. Beneath the cities and factories, however, lie a great secret that only Mother Earth herself had known. This secret, this power, was possibly the only glint of hope left in such a dying worl
Cold Sand: small excerptGarrettCold Sand: small excerpt
I crept into the surgery wing, assuming I would find myself alone. I was not. Dr. Calderon stood over an operating table with a clearly dead patient lying on the slab. A sickly, bile-like stink emanated from the room. Calderon stood, head bowed in gruesome reverence, examining his prized cadaver. The patient was also clearly infected, as was he. I had heard of people still maintaining their own consciences and independent thought while infected with EREBUS… Calderon was one of them. I think. He certainly wasn’t a r
| I figure that I must have some purpose on this earth, and right now, that is to create. My primary medium is writing. I eat, sleep, and breath literature and work words like clay. I'm also currently testing the waters in sculpture, so wish me luck! xD |
MURAL PICTURES COMING SOON ! ! !
Eager
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And so, The king fell for the queen and gave her syphilis as a wedding present, and it was said to be the sweetest thing.
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And so, The king fell for the queen and gave her syphilis as a wedding present, and it was said to be the sweetest thing.
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||+i want to be the one to walk in the sun+||
-start hittin get bitten
;] haha <3
sorry I made your arm bleed booboo D:
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And so, The king fell for the queen and gave her syphilis as a wedding present, and it was said to be the sweetest thing.
i saw sidney with it and i was omgosh. i need it
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write until your hand falls off;; then use your feet.
I'll you borrow it to wear
in exchange for one of your hoodies D:<
[and I promise you'll get it back XD]
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And so, The king fell for the queen and gave her syphilis as a wedding present, and it was said to be the sweetest thing.
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write until your hand falls off;; then use your feet.
Which Hoodie will I be getting :0
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And so, The king fell for the queen and gave her syphilis as a wedding present, and it was said to be the sweetest thing.
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