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The Storm on the Slim Pier by Penessence, literature
Literature
The Storm on the Slim Pier
A storm may be unyielding
To drag a child to the surf.
But there is something
In the impersonality of people,
That just seems worse
Than nature's default evil.
And in every unheard call
And every neglection to text,
Another tiny finger slips,
From the windswept jetty deck.
Drain the sorrow dry by Psycho-analysis, literature
Literature
Drain the sorrow dry
There are words here that cannot be rewritten.
There are memories here that cannot be erased.
There are moments that have passed that I cannot make myself forget and not regret them.
There are girls and boys and flowers that I would love to say hello to, but they all fade away in the wind.
There are five million reasons to jump off that cliff because I can't handle the reality of the situation.
There are so many things I want to yell and scream and throw and fuss and cry about.
There are too many hours in a day, too many days in a week, too many days in a year to help me forget about the past when I know I'll never get over it-no, real
Glass Mask by Kumochi-White-Tiger, literature
Literature
Glass Mask
Use the glass mask to show
Everyone what is already there
Show them the perfection
That they have been seeking
Let the glass mask blur
All the flaws visible
So they once shouted freak
Now they shout my name
They praise the work of art
That this glass mask has created
The living breathing work of art
Who is caged in a glass display
Do not hide; do not fear
The spotlight, the crowds, the attention
They cannot see your shortcomings
You are a goddess, an idol, an angel
Perfect and flawless at least
To their ever judging eyes
The glass mask makes you
Something that you are not
The ultimate pretender
The gorgeous model
The dre
I have nothing better to do by Psycho-analysis, literature
Literature
I have nothing better to do
Glistening whispers of inspiration flicker throughout the darkened sky as
The rain pours against the delapidated window panes,
Showering the lightened mood of pale pinks with
An uninmportant mention of unshapen blues.
Silence reverberates off of the
Comforting warmth of the air, encouraging contented smiles to
Appear out of the sleeping eyes of dreaming innocence;
Defiled fingertips and hands gently glide among one another in
An attempt to gain back the cleanliness that was lost.
Torrid passion engirds its way into the fluidity of
Bloody enjambment in flowing veins, minds reeling in
Anticipation for days later to come wher
