Once upon a time, there was a ferocious lion named brayden, who ruled the jungle. He stood at an impressive 6 inches, and an enormous bald spot graced his head, and his mane flowed in the wind (literally. big clumps of fur fell from his head all the time.) All of the animals feared brayden, because they knew if any thing upset their mighty tiny ruler, he would whine to them about it, and they really didn't want that.
One day, Brayden decided he would go for a walk. first, he went to the watering hole, in search of his friends. while he was regally spooning water into his mouth (he c
the rustling of leaves was a constant sound, almost unnoticed by the towns people. the trees were like giants, each one a towering beast. their limbs tapped together in a chilling breeze and brown leaves dropped to the ground.the sun sank down past the horizon and twilight descended on the town.the fallen leaves skittered over the sidewalk as another breeze gathered them together in a small whirl wind, then dropping on the other side of the street.
melinda walked slowly, listening to the birds singing softly in the trees as they settled into their nests. her bare feet gently slapped the cool concrete of the sidewalk. her jeans dragged l
i sit in a corner
darkness surrounds
the words that came
have disappeared
my mind is blank
an empty void
blank pages rustle
in a silent breeze
i search for words
that i cannot find
nothing stirs
in this dark mind
My mother throws things
She can't stand the pain
I sit in my room
Drowning in rain
she says she lost her baby
she cries tears of pain
I sit in my room
drowning in rain
My mother cries and cries
She's having a nervous break down
I sit in my room
Drowning in the rain
Once upon a time, there was a ferocious lion named brayden, who ruled the jungle. He stood at an impressive 6 inches, and an enormous bald spot graced his head, and his mane flowed in the wind (literally. big clumps of fur fell from his head all the time.) All of the animals feared brayden, because they knew if any thing upset their mighty tiny ruler, he would whine to them about it, and they really didn't want that.
One day, Brayden decided he would go for a walk. first, he went to the watering hole, in search of his friends. while he was regally spooning water into his mouth (he c
the rustling of leaves was a constant sound, almost unnoticed by the towns people. the trees were like giants, each one a towering beast. their limbs tapped together in a chilling breeze and brown leaves dropped to the ground.the sun sank down past the horizon and twilight descended on the town.the fallen leaves skittered over the sidewalk as another breeze gathered them together in a small whirl wind, then dropping on the other side of the street.
melinda walked slowly, listening to the birds singing softly in the trees as they settled into their nests. her bare feet gently slapped the cool concrete of the sidewalk. her jeans dragged l
i sit in a corner
darkness surrounds
the words that came
have disappeared
my mind is blank
an empty void
blank pages rustle
in a silent breeze
i search for words
that i cannot find
nothing stirs
in this dark mind
My mother throws things
She can't stand the pain
I sit in my room
Drowning in rain
she says she lost her baby
she cries tears of pain
I sit in my room
drowning in rain
My mother cries and cries
She's having a nervous break down
I sit in my room
Drowning in the rain
“I could do it too, you know.”
Blake paused, looking up from her book to stare at her partner from across the table. “Pardon?”
“Well,” Yang spoke, grinning lazily as the spoon in her hands plunged into the bowl set out in front of her, “you see, while you were reading your odd little books, I was thinking.”
“I see.” Despite the unspoken truth that this was probably going to evolve into a long and somewhat pointless conversation, Blake closed her book, placing it on the table before looking back at Yang. The blonde grinned, before shoving a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, chewin
Born before the war. All of us were.
But only because none were born after.
There was a time when we all still knew who we were. Looking back is all we do now. Back at what we have lost, at all that came before.
Because secretly I think all of us know that nothing will come after.
This is a waiting game we are in. Though what we are waiting for I'm not sure.
Perhaps, just for the end. The point at which we simply run out.
But for all that we were born before the war. After 200 years we have begun to realise there will be no end for us.
So what are we waiting for?
The bodies still line the streets in pale rows. Eyes wide shut, mo