well poetry is all well and good, but I think I need to get back to my idiom of prose. Probably just post my Creative Writing stuff first, but hopefully you will like it anyway.


The EntertainerThe room is ready The stage stands ready Enter a man with a trumpet, standing tallThe Entertainer
Excitement in their breast Handkerchief in his breast The light cascades onto the sweat of his head, casting halos
Teeth rip his face wide, white as snow They smile back, faces white as snow Good evening ladies and gentlemen, rumbling thunder beyond the hills
Rhythm begins to beat Their hearts skip a beat Mr. Armstrong stops time with the horn at his lips, releasing The Noise


HeroesWe all have them One and all. They make us tough, And help when we feel small.Heroes
You have yours, And mine work for me. The problem with my heroes though Is they arent around for you to see.
The one that chose to end it all, The one who drank it away, The one who didnt see the car, These heroes are gone today.
The blackness choked this hero up, The hero that pricked too deep, And the greatest of the heroes all, Whose heart was too big to beat.
You might know these heroes Who died before their time. T


The Feeling InsideI sit here in my chair with a strange look upon my face. A feeling growing inside that I can't seem to erase.The Feeling Inside
I feel ashamed of this urge that comes from within me. I look to the crowd and tell them to flee quickly.
They look at me puzzled. They don't understand, the severity of my one simple demand.
I start to get frantic as the feeling begins to swell. The sensation within that I can't seem to quell.
I tighten up my body as I stagger to the door. Praying not to fail before the world is no more.


The EdgeI stand upon the edge of the dagger. The blade runs thin and sharp. My feet are cut and begin to bleed down the sides of the dagger as I step along its razor edge. To goad me along, the deformed and fearsome beast named Past Mistakes. With a snarl, it flashes its teeth and rips at my back. As I walk across the blade, more blood pours from my wounded feet. Following close in step is Past Mistakes, licking up the spilt blood and growing with each swallow of my life-force. But I am not without aid. In my hands is the balancing pole of logic. It helps me from falling to one side. To either side lies the vacuous darkness reeking of vile corruptionThe Edge


The Shadow of GodThrough death, through scorn, Through ages reborn, Beneath the shadow of God To save, to sell, To the fires of Hell, Take wing to the skies and beyondThe Shadow of God
In rock, in stone, In pillars of bone, Behold the palace of man No peace, no sense, No mortal repents, Fall victim to the Devil's command
With fame, with mud, With dragons and blood, We sharpen our steel and our blades For God, for Fear, For sword and the spear, For glory to shine on our names
Of wrath, of hate, Of ashes repaid, The demons and angels succe
Besieged
Might need to fix that..
unless you are stuck in time?
maybe...
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Jessica Joy Photography
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*BAM* I'm an appogiatura...I come out of nowhere!
<3
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*BAM* I'm an appogiatura...I come out of nowhere!
<3
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*BAM* I'm an appogiatura...I come out of nowhere!
<3
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May all you nights be dark and your days be lively.
NNOOO!!! *squish*
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Only he who does nothing for his own life's sake can truly be said to value his life.
--tao---
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