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Crush version 3Barren, arid, desert dust. Always so alone...Crush version 3
This feeling, a cold drink full of life.
But, even this stolen sip is hope confused.
by ~SojinnZero
Crush ReduxA cold splash in the heatwave Love, one sided draws from the cool metal. The liquid desired condensating, waiting, to end with emptiness. But, for now breath abating, still waiting for that sting of bubbles to let you know that what you feel is really real.Crush Redux
by ~SojinnZero
Who am I now?The smoke was terrible. I stumbled blindly out of the crushed piece of metal, my eyes stung and my throat burned. I could not feel my left arm, but the pain was far-off and very distant. The car wrecks you see on television and in movies are something very different than reality, somehow more exciting and enticing. This was hell. All I could remember was the shine of the wet roa, and the needle on the speedometer pointing to eighty five. Yes, I had a few beers, but I was a big man. I weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds. What went wrong? I remember laughin with my pals at the bar. Suddenly, it hit me. There was another hunk of metal.Who am I now?
by ~SojinnZero
RosesThe fading, lovely past is far; Roses are we all. I want you now, as you are. Roses are we all.Roses
Deep within our human poise, roses are we all. Beauty wilts and time destroys. Roses are we all.
Chance dictating interaction, roses are we all. Lasting for a single fraction, Roses. are. we all.
by ~SojinnZero
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FearFear wells up within me Overflowing to other aspects of my life. Flooding the room I once called home, Blinding that which I once could see.Fear
Afraid inside I cry nearby Yet not close enough to share. For fear of others I do leave, Therefore it makes me shy.
Dying within, fear floods me too, And inside I am swollen. Alone in this world of insanity, Fearful eyes stare back at you.
by ~laughingbumblebee
BoxesMy life packs up with memories, just like my good 'ol suitecase. In lost and found forgetteries, I find my old kazoo case. Filled to the brim with boxes of mankind, I've had my fill of far too many boxes left behind. Still, as I sit and think of those who made this life so nice, I can't help think it was those friends alone who'd made my life.Boxes
by ~laughingbumblebee
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