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Christmas war part 2: Life of a child by homeboy8221, literature
Literature
Christmas war part 2: Life of a child
Rudolph was flying as fast as he could as he was carrying a small child and what he believes to be her doll. The problem was that she weighted a lot more than what he expected (due to her silver colored wings) which slowed him down just enough for She-pragma and the demons to follow them. The demons were throwing their fire balls at them with Rudolph trying his best to dodge them. This was until one hit his backside causing all three of them to spin wildly to the ground. Rudolph did his best to make sure his passengers didn’t take the fall, Energiea turned pragma into a helmet for her and put it on. As they fell, Rudolph landed head fir
Why do I still,look for solace?
When I know it's not there in this chaotic haze.
Why do I still,want you to meet,
And know and understand,the real me?
Why do you always push me away?
Whenever I take the mask off my face.
My bleeding,open chest,why can't you bear?
When all of me is written right there.
Why don't you gaze beyond yourselves?
and remove this cloak,you placed on myself.
I'm not what you think,what you want me to be.
Maybe if you turned,you'd find a piece of me.
I'd told myself,a long time ago,
it doesn't matter,even if no one knows.
Why then is still,the blade of pain so honed,
When already for a while,I've been left all alone?
It’s been three years since Melissa death. Isis was sitting at the end of the pier with a half empty beer bottle in her left hand. She was looking into the moon that was setting into the ocean. The ocean breeze hits her hair as all she could think about is what could have been. If she would have just come home earlier she would have been alive and things would have been better. Melissa wouldn’t have died and things would have been better. She keeps thinking this as she takes another drink of her beer. She then looks down to see her “friend” climb up the pier like a monkey does up a tree.
Isis: What the hell are you do
The little blue bird once had a dream
He wade through the forest and the luscious green
It wasn’t the wide blue cavern he belonged
But the sweet scent of dew and dirt he longed.
Of his little hobbling pace,
Of the strange way his heart raced.
‘’wake up little fool!dreams don’t fill,
Stomachs,for that,you need the hunt thrill.
Fly and soar and high you reach.
To frontiers and lines,that havnt been breached.
For then,would the desires of the heart be sate,
It does for all, you’re not too late.
Hobbling is not for us, we fly,
And that is all that you should try.’’
Said the old bird as he wo
They say I speak well.
Hopes,dreams,of light,I tell.
New beginnings,Of sweet mornings,I preach.
Silent minds and numb hearts,I reach.
I can rave sleeping souls,they say.
Raging minds and avenging hearts,I can sway.
Why must they lie,though?
Seeds of life,how can I sow?
When struggling to feel,I myself am.
Trying to make sense of this infinite bedlam.
In my own darkness, my voice fails,
To touch the light, my soul ails.
To reach,to connect,to feel, I crave.
To live, to love, by someone, be saved.
Because,
To survive alone is easy,to live is not.
To speak alone is easy,to talk is not.
Who am I? What am I?
Free my thoughts now, and speak?
How shall I? When do I?
Let my mind away, sneak?
Let the hunger, take over
and lure me to the dark?
Or stall it and wait,
for the sound of the morning lark?
It's tempting, and exempting,
of the pain of existence.
Alluring and curing,
of mistakes of times and tense.
Stormed ships, long guilt trips,
end on tattered shores of hope,
Calling me, stalling me,
with the reaper,so I don't elope.
To end me and send me,
stopped something, and I can't.
Humanity, an identity,
till I find,said I can't.
A face, a voice,
a name that is mine,
find me and give me,
so live again and my way,I shine.
The return of Christmas Stuff by homeboy8221, literature
Literature
The return of Christmas Stuff
It was a few weeks after Charge encountered with James the puppy killer. Within those weeks, he kept his word for half the puppies that he saved had new homes to call their own. Unfortunately, the other half weren’t as lucky as many people passed on them for one reason or another.
Charge (Please can we keep them?)
Isis (no)
Charge (Why the fuck not?)
Isis (Look at where we are we can barely take care of ourselves let alone some puppies.)
Charge (It seems fine to me.)
Isis (Listen you moron, if you don’t get rid of those puppies, I’ll take them to the pound.)
Charge (Not the nasty old pound)
Isis (Yes, that one now you have 2
The Fourth of July
It was hot July afternoon, as Isis and Charge were preparing the tent for guest to come over. They invited them to BBQ and to watch fireworks. They had the perfect spot sense the pier they lived under was celebrating the fourth of July.
Isis (I can’t believe you invited so many people here.)
Charge (Hey I can’t help if I’m a popular guy.)
Isis (Well Mr. Popular come help me clean this tent.)
Charge (O now I’m allowed in there.)
Isis (Just shut up and help.)
Charge sighed and helped clean the tent.
As they clean the first guest as arrived there first guest arrives. Her name was Starna. She had blac