The London FogThe London FogThe London Fog
Central London 1835
Each cobblestone a glint of its own, reflecting the weak faintly present moonlight. A thick nightly fog rolled into the city. The stench of death and murder was in the air, the damp fog circled the hasty people on their way home, heads buried deep in their high upstanding collars, It was cold in London tonight ,it was winter, yet it was even colder than normal. The faint light coming from the candles in the window cill’s of the people hiding in their warm and comfortable quarters. One man however ,was not In a rush to get home in ti
The FieldThe FieldThe Field
An ancient battlefield lies broken, If listened closely............... in utter silence,
Far away a church bell sounds, the silence unbroken, yet stillness shatters, The cries of long past battles roll over the decided flows of victims blood, Blood that once soaked the grass, flows forever in the afterlife, Reminding this place of those who fought, and those who died. This patch of land drowns in past pain, and forever holds its secrets,
Yet is not afraid to share them, with those willing to see, those willing to listen... What its been through, what has been
sign languageFood drives, religion, 2.5 kids and a dog Pull the fire alarm and- Bite your nails down to the skin Eat burnt popcorn and get high On false accusations and reality T.V.sign language
Little red handprints on the walls of this Coloring book world There are to many dolls with missing eye buttons And to many Spiderman band aids How can we survive in our spoiled world
With little girls who love their scars And to much suicide from the IHOP masses Death Death to the political werewolves and
Jazzercising pot heads The ruby slippers are lost in the mulberry bush &nb
conversations with no oneI am disgusted with the social boundaries that guide our lives always there visible to the blind eye, know to all like an unspoken law. Like an electric fence. An invisible leash. A tinted contact. A tear in the scar tissue of your perceptions. A smudge of dirt covering up the warning on the bottle so you don’t know what you’re getting your self into when you agree to be alive.conversations with no one
I hate the way you look at me.
If fourteen years ago someone had offered you the chance to know what worm brownie tasted like, and offered you a white Christmas. If someone had presented
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... albeit you DO smell like gummybears
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yikes, 30 is about to take me out
life is alright, trying to keep a smile posted as autumn rolls in.
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In the middle of a gunfight...I hide behind Mikey!!
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I'm watching the sun set with a smile on my face and a knife in my hands..
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