a dark noteTerrible things happened to him, Things he wished he could forget, But the path of fate only went down Deeper and darker, To the unreachable fathoms of purest sin, and for what? For nothing; Senseless, and deprived of reason, This hero fought to the grave, A grave that read:a dark note
A fate so cruel, None could stand, bore this man to shame. The sins he gave, The sins he wrought, Made us all remember his name: Samuel
Eight CentsEight CentsEight Cents
They sat there, in the booth, opposite each other in silence. Their noiselessness created an unenviable aura separating them from the rest of the boisterous diner. Orders were called from the kitchen as waitresses dressed in greasy aprons shuffled past to grab them. There they sat though, the two lost in their eerie utopia, avoiding eye contact, trying to find anything that could sustain attention. He looked at his sweating Coke. She looked at her knife covered in water spots. A near by ceiling fan spun giving off a fwap fwap fwap like a helicopter starting its rotors. It did nothi
What Wouldst Thou Do? revisedWhat Wouldst Thou do? By: Richard ThomasWhat Wouldst Thou Do? revised
The Misadventures of Yea Pirate
Begin- Thou hast finally come to, but thy world is pitch black. All that thou hast to rely on is thy other senses. Creak! The wooden planks beneath ye protest from the stress of thy bodily movement. Ye now notice that the world that thou currently occupies is a swell of shifting oscillation. A slight odor creeps around in the darkness as well, ever slowly increasing and choking thy windpipe. The odor reminds thee of a rotting cheese wheel doused in melted sulfur. As ye clambers around on the ground, ye bonks thy noggin into a bulkhead. On
Summer's SorrowSun doth shine in cloudless sky, But darkness shines twice bright. Here I lay with sleepless eye, Drained of true love's sight. Slowly dried and pressed into a quivr'd soul prune. Like a bloom-ed flower picked and paged in a book, This is my spirit to love under sun and moon, If even spurred with empty look. Come. Come, come after me in search, For us both have failed heed and went astray. Seems we consider ourselves by each other perched, And now blame for two is cast on one's dismay.Summer's Sorrow
Lightly trodden, lost are we on love's true road. If found again, hope we
Devious Journal Entry
Neutral
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totally rad
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roar.
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when life gives you lemons, choke on 'em and die....you stupid lemon eater.
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roar.
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when life gives you lemons, choke on 'em and die....you stupid lemon eater.
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roar.
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