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Be silent
And feel my words
Run across your skin
Like lips across your chest
Listen to me now
Feel my pain
Screams can be silent
If you ignore the protests
A heart bleeds blood
The gun does too
Making a wound
All the more prominent
I'll burn the sage
Who needs advice?
From a guy who's had
That many girls
Do you know the feeling?
Honesty is best
But is it better
Than a girl on your hips?
So are your feelings deeper
Than your tongue
In that girl's mouth
Because I have doubts
So please, dear
Be silent
I'm healing a heart
Without your lips
And feel my words
Run across your skin
Like lips across your chest
Listen to me now
Feel my pain
Screams can be silent
If you ignore the protests
A heart bleeds blood
The gun does too
Making a wound
All the more prominent
I'll burn the sage
Who needs advice?
From a guy who's had
That many girls
Do you know the feeling?
Honesty is best
But is it better
Than a girl on your hips?
So are your feelings deeper
Than your tongue
In that girl's mouth
Because I have doubts
So please, dear
Be silent
I'm healing a heart
Without your lips
Literature
Emotions
Anger is the burnt orange embers of a burning paper, crinkling into crumbling ashes.
Sadness is the soft paleness of a grey dove feather floating upon a puddle of water, smooth but alone
Despair is the too inky midnight, vivid violets subjugated by light devouring swirls of ink, bleeding every which way they drip.
Happiness is clear blue of a sunny day, with wispy clouds and teasing breezes, sprinkled with light laughter
Calm is the foamy teal of the sea beside the shore, rippling back and forth, drawn by the inconsistent moon and its pull
Elation is a spunky yellow, a miniture sun bouncing off the walls Love is a sea of red, cool red and
Literature
Short story
A six word story resembles this.
Literature
Fear by Definition
What is this? I thought to myself, An aura of intimidation? My grip tightens around my twin half-blades that I have in front of me, reverse weilded. Breath. I empty my thoughts as my face becomes blank, I try to loosen up. Left, right, left, right, under, methodical movements. Just breath. Dodge the swipe, then the spear, move forward as your doing so, up and over. Swap the gun and pull the trigger. She's getting cocky, so I keep the pressure.
Adrenaline racing, I dodge a sweep from her blade, stopping and directing momentum to my feet, bouncing off the ground and lunging past her, a singular blade slicing in motion. I see a spray o
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Contempt? No. Jealously? No. Anger or frustration? Not really. Confusion? A bit. Disgust?
I'll leave that one to you.
This is extremely exaggerated, and I actually really DON'T feel like this, but... it's nice to get it out somehow. Because to a certain extent, no matter how sweet or nice this guy is, you really have to wonder.
I'll leave that one to you.
This is extremely exaggerated, and I actually really DON'T feel like this, but... it's nice to get it out somehow. Because to a certain extent, no matter how sweet or nice this guy is, you really have to wonder.
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