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Sweet and Sour Dreams Sweet and Sour Dreams We are the things in the darkness, the indescribable shape shifters that lurk at the threshold of consciousness and lure you into the dream scape. Enjoy the sights, for your joy and fear feeds us. We can only exist in the absence of light, and live vicariously in your visionSweet and Sour Dreams
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LAWL Kaovikby ~mushaka
High SummerI. The sound of merry whistling Butter burning on the skillet How busy we all pretend to be when we are most idle.High Summer
II. How high our sun sits surrounding himself with blue and wisps of condensed water. His rays brilliant and strong make us languish in the heat Lazy and Lethargic
III. Crisp cotton bed sheets undulate in the breeze a thin line maintaining equilibrium
as moisture is whisked away by summer’s heat
IV. A small canyon half empty half full with last winter’s melted snow. A thirteen foot jump she
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the hungry i Why am I here? I wondered, shivering. This was not the first time I’ve come. When the sun falls down and darkness begins to engulf my room, I find myself jumpy; ready to do something.the hungry i
Tonight was no different. Luna’s face hung above in the sky, luring me towards the stage, pollen dust danced in the spotlights that
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memento mori I. Death has been standing outside my house all night.memento mori
Last night I wiped my eyes against the cool glass and I watched him out the leaves of my window; watched while he circled the perimeter, his hands dancing near my rosebushes, giving light touches to the leaves and breaking them off along the neon vein lines. I touch the patches on my face and I try to make out the lines on his body: hooknose frame, dark lidded eyes, nailed mouth. The ceiling of nighttime rushed over him like a blanket and a smile, and I fell asleep with the crook of my head against the si
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Clouds2:19by ~FargalEX
FinishedShe was everything to him, his muse, his life, his inspiration. She was curled up on the couch, ringlets of her hair laying, resting on her flushed cheeks. She was wrapped up in the blanket he’d brought out for her that night when she’d come to the door, upset and unexpected, shivering from the cold of the storm.Finished
The movements of his paintbrush graced the canvas, gliding in the manner of an Olympic Ice Skater. In shades of pale peach he was capturing her face, crushed against the pillow, and perfect. Leah thought she was beautiful. There was a land of milk and honey in her eyes, and he saw it every time she smiled at
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