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Ghosts of a Belle Dame"Those that go do not return,"Ghosts of a Belle Dame by OfOneSoul
tales tell of the woods, be wary;
no good can come of entering.
Not that anyone lives to speak.
This path was his quickest means
with dead branches and peeling bark.
Everything falling away
like a corpse shedding its skin.
He knew the cost of his road
and soon grew fearful of it.
Gusts of wind forced his step
and the copse invited him in.
There were whispers in the trees
and eyes in every shadow.
His mind was not a trickster
and the forest possessed no life.
A faint hand fumbled out,
and he felt it against his skin.
Alas, his eyes could not perceive
what he knew to be there.
"Hide not in the gloom,"
he spoke into nothing,
"- the winds and moon betray you."
He choked through ash and dread,
"And you are revealed."
An apparition of light and pain
flew from the dark in earnest.
A knight of old armor and crest
whose face was stricken with woe.
A word could not escape him
and he motioned to the Earth.
Scattered in piles around them
were the bones of visi
Close Call (900 Words)Justin was turning thirty in two weeks. It wasn’t just getting older that was depressing; it was that he was doing it alone. He would have given anything for a family, a woman to talk to, or just a person to call on the phone.Close Call (900 Words) by dtb84
After trying church groups, reading clubs and online dating websites, Justin was still shopping at the supermarket by himself, for himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t meet people; it was just getting got the point that anyone else that was single at thirty was single for a reason. Maybe I’m the same. He thought, Maybe I’m somehow dysfunctional. Maybe I should have stayed with Kristen, she cheated on me, but, well…
It was his Sunday routine, go to the supermarket, buy food, toilet paper and wallow in self-loathing. Maybe I should take drinking more seriously? He wondered as he walked down the aisle lined with fruit juice.
* * * * *
Ashley hated taking her kids shopping with her. She loved them to death, always
Overcast.Overcast is beautifulOvercast. by Invoking
The sky, a solid slate of gray
Untouched but imperfect
With rain drizzling down all day
I love to take walks when the weather gets like this
It contains a certain calm that the sun will often miss
But even as I'm walking
Dark thoughts will give me trouble
I pause and look down at my own face
Reflected in the puddle
The contours are correct, that is my face, those are my eyes
But it's the soul behind them I don't recognize
And a tear streaks down my cheek
As a smile parts my lips
Even on a day like this
When there's no reason to hide
I still see
A complete stranger inside.
our walls are too thinsitting togetherour walls are too thin by insomniaplague
you can hear my heart hitting
against my chest like a broom to the ceiling
& the neighbor upstairs
begins to scream
the wind breaks a hole in my skull
you can hear my thoughts:
words whispered in paper rooms
& you have a cup to my ear
i am 16 now
but sometimes we forget that
we are not teapots or socks in the wastebasket
& the holes in our heads are not signs of well-worn affection
passion is a sinA faith-healerpassion is a sin by insomniaplague
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger by poetic-headache
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
PleaseI'm bashing on your doorPlease by HystericalNapoleon
The lights are on
I know you're in there
Why won't you open up to me?
Please, I just want to help
I know it's cold outside
You're worried that if you come out
You'll get frostbite
But I'm there to loan you my coat
So please, I just want to help
You've been hurt to many times
You're hiding in your fortress of cynicism and sarcasm
But I can see you through the window
I can see the real you
Please, I won't judge for being who you really are
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as its name implies; here is where you'll submit any work that has to do with manipulating photos
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