Soaring tears frolic through the clouds as my hands bleed. I lift a finger to the sky and it opens, screams of the persihed reflect unbalanced worlds. We hold the sun over our heads and it does not feed until twilight's shine. Once on the sun dial, the moon revolves and takes in it's mighty breath, flying a kite over crying mountains that hope for souls to bring them bread. Does the doe not heed the buck when danger fires by? Hold me tight, prince charming. What fairies would do to the mangled flesh of broken dreams. What fires would burn brightest if ever taken by the boarded walls of fate. I'll bring us destiny but destiny succeeds not. Hope can only help if one hopes for burnt pies in the dining hall. In the safehold of our minds, no one can be sure of death and life. Breath into me and I will bite. Bleed into me and I will heal. Break silence with words on paper if paper can only speak with crinkles. Quick! Quick! Here, comes the bearer of things to come held back by the moose who swears on swords. I give you madness when love is afoot. 1
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Well, this too was a freewrite from before. Thoughts not included.
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I love it! Such emotive language. "Hope can only help if one hopes for burnt pies in the dining hall." lol. I love it. Thw whole thing. Its funny how people can write such amazing, yet strange things. There are a couple of awesome quotes in there. I also see awesome stories.
Oh, I also love a little rambling.
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Wooo!
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I love this. Your poems all flow so well, it's actually very quick paced and exciting (especially near the ending). And I love your imagery, it makes beautiful stories.
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yaaaaaay!
wyrmie! oh how i missed your awesome ramblings!
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haha this is soo cool should be a poem though. you do know that poems dont have to rhyme right???
Schnitzel
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Yes, of course I know!. I just felt this shouldn't be organized into something. It's too vast. It would have been cramped. Thank you
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