no titleFog. It gathered on the windows of the car. It was raining outside. Hard rain. He was driving to a local coffee shop, something to do on a rainy Saturday afternoon. He just had to get away from the house for a bit. Something to do to collect his thoughts, and a rainy afternoon was just the ticket. This street. He remembered it well. The old movie theatre, the ice cream parlor. He started to remember his childhood. The childhood he forgot. The childhood he wanted to forget, came rushing back all to quickly. He pulled over to the side of the road, the rain pelting the windshield. The wipers going back and forth made him remember, madno title
Christmas TimeI sit here, listening to music, on Christmas Eve. Its a quiet one. The lights are dim as I write in the mild darkness of the basement. To my right, is a blazing fire, gas only. I miss the old fire place, where wood had to actually be put in. I miss the smell of burning wood. Im feeling empty. The Christmas specials on t.v. do nothing to bring out my cheer. Thoughts of you are running through my head, a mile a minuite. All I can think about is sitting on the couch, under a blanket watching the flames dance. That being the only light, the shadows would play against the wall and ceiling. In my mind I know the in 2 days ill see you, buChristmas Time
Flying DreamsWithin the walls, You hear a scream, Ceiling bursting at the seams. Falling floors from above, Think about the ones you love. The next emotion to come near, Is that of cataclysmic fear. As you fall, Time slows it way, Making each second seem like a day. The screams you hear, Are long in breath, As you see around you, Your way of death. You fall into the darkness of the day, Thinking about fate, And the games it plays. Time returns with a rush, Fire around you,Flying Dreams
Not a blush. Skin charred as black as night, Taking you, &
plesant? DreamListen children, I have a story to tell. Of pure black torture, And a deadly hell. His eyes were green, Of the purest grass, His hair was black as can be seen, With a touch of class. His skin smooth and pale as night, And frozen to the touch. When we were seen, We caused a fright, But never wanted much. A little nibble here and there, Of the fresh young kind,plesant? Dream
We would think no one would care, Let alone mind. But “they” had to say something about us, Say that we belong dead, They started stabbing us in our blackened hearts,
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