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The bodies reaction to seeing hell on earthTears flood underneath bloodshot veins;The bodies reaction to seeing hell on earth by xgalaxies
Then drip over swollen eyelash beds.
The view that makes stab wounds
Feel like a tickle
Are forbidden by these tears that blur my vision.
Serotonin missiles are sent over the battlefield
Landing a moment too late to mask the anguish
Of broken shards in my ribs.
My heart scattered among my insides
Makes it hard to breathe.
Chambers of my heartMy heartChambers of my heart by xgalaxies
Is a palace
And glorious atriums.
Of my heart
Are sanctuarys now,
To the belongings
Of my past love-affairs.
They've all come,
And they've all gone.
They've all walked through
And I opened valves,
Letting them in,
To make themselves at home.
But when they had to go,
Some- so unexpectedly,
They left all
Of their things
In their chamber
Of my heart.
And these things
Weigh me down
As I carry them around
Every single day
Yet others departed
And even so,
Things were forgotten.
But God blessed my soul
For those who took everything
They possibly could
Away with them.
However, you cannot take away
The lingering smell of them
From your sheets
That visits you every odd breeze
Or erase the reflection in the mirror
That resurfaces everytime you
Look into the river
Is a dungeon
Full of chambers
That hold everyone
You've ever held,
The only way
They can be gone
Is if the heart bre
You're broccoli on a four year olds dinner plate.Oh how it used to roll gently off my tongue.You're broccoli on a four year olds dinner plate. by xgalaxies
How it lived comfortably in the nooks of my teeth
And slept behind my lips.
But now it sizzles on my tastebuds
Now it rots my teeth the more it is said
And stings like whiskey on a sliced lip.
Is like razors in my mouth.
It is the first prick on my wrist
When tears rush down my face.
It is the first time I kissed my love
Where I knew it would be the last.
Is darkness captivating me with
Ice cold grips.
Nails that slice down my back
As I exhale my last breath,
With a defeaning screech.
Because once upon a time,
Was like water
That showered my soul
But now, it burns.
Sitting idly in my mouth
That I can't bring myself
To spit out.
The Old Women Who LurksThe tree's shadowed the old, historical wood. The colors were plainly green and brown, with white mist. Never were birds to come sing in this wood, they'd scurry away from it and sing somewhere more pleasant. I don't know why people thought this place was so, scary, unusual.... it's perfectly fine. This wood is my home. I live here, I've been living here, and in my past 40 years I haven't thought any thing peculiar about it.The Old Women Who Lurks by xgalaxies
What was so different? Green leaves and brown dirt. Long tree's and fat tree's. The sky above it, a town near it. That's how I describe a wood...
But apparently I'm just different. Apparently I always have been. Maybe loving the creatures that lurk at night /is/ weird. And that's why it's so dangerous to come in here.
But like I said, it's just fine, all though it does get awfully cold. And I begin to chill, I have only one pair of clothes and those don't do me no good when there torn up, and worn.
Sometimes, I try to find a home, or cottage as I like to say and ke
Welcome to My InfernoIt'll be a year since I saw her. Since I've laughed with her, held her, and kissed her. It'll be a year since she disappeared. The thought still sends chills down my spine but that's the least of what's been happening to me.Welcome to My Inferno by xgalaxies
The flashes. They're getting worse. Since the day Allie disappeared, they've been so much more vivid. I can see my arm disintegrating right before my eyes - but within a moment my arm will be back to normal. And now, the dead can see me as I see them, walking the earth. I wonder if these flashes of this inferno we call Hell will ever become more real, and I can talk to the dead as well. Will that be a blessing? Will I find Allie there? Out of all the dead I see, aimless roaming and mourning, I have yet to see Allie
It's Halloween, which means the line between living and dead is at it's thinnest. Now I wonder if that means my flashes will be more drastic than usual now that they seem to be getting worse day by day. Every other Halloween I've experienced with t
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Favorite genre of music: A little of all but mostly Symphonic Rock, Classical,Trance,Techno,Hard-rock,Alt-rock, House music, Xtm Rock & Turkish pop.
Favorite style of art: Anima, Manga, Comic and realistic.
Operating System: XP 32,64 Professional
Favorite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny "Eeehhh whats up Doc?"
Personal Quote:"Your mind is like a parachute, it doesn't work unless it's open." Open your mind to the possibilities-there is more to this world than we can comprehend.
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