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- A monster that has you traumatized? and why?
You would pass an evening with a monster
- your choice? and why?
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Innana's MissionInnana's MissionInnana's Mission by ~Michel-le-fou
For Puabi
i.
Far out in deepest spce
Beyond the remotest star
When the Annunaki1 finished with earth
They began to head for home2
In her starship around Venus
Innana3 heard a low soft sound
A woman's tears
She set her sight for earth again
She warned her brethren of her mission
They understood
II.
Far below on planet Earth
In the cool mist of a wood
A woman4 cried
Ahead of Innana, her daughter lay in sorrow
Unattended by servants
"Öh, my Mother, your daughter wants to die!"
"Die? Why die,daughter?"
"Daughter has nobody to live for!"
"Ïn these times, it must be hard. Go then.
We shall allow you to return another time.
Someo
IdealistShe fucks the policyIdealist by ~katsumoto82
She spits on the vanity of the rich
She dreams of a just world
She dreams of an easier life
So tonight, she came into the street
So tonight, she will launch of the stones
So tonight, she will yell her despair
The purpose of this night
Show to politicians that she has also a right to exist
SlowlyYou are coming to meSlowly by ~menmoli
but in slow motion
or the wind is stopping you,
the ocean is too wide.
I can see you standing on the shore
waiting for the sun to set.
And I am here
lying on my bed
waiting for the sun to rise again.
Days are slowly rolling.
Death of a DreamerShe died in her torment.Death of a Dreamer by *RavenSpider
She died of lies and broken hearts.
Lovers betrayed her trust.
Walking away with bit of her heart sewn to their sleeves.
Once a bright eyed girl.
Head in the clouds.
And a heart of gold.
Now a lost girl.
Wandering darkened street.
Looking for a shred of hope.
Leaving a river of tears in her wake.
Her death came as no surprise.
She tripped on the last lie.
And was stabbed through what remained of her heart.
No time left to dream.
She laid down and let the rivers mix.
No princes to save her dying heart.
Nobody left to see what became of her.
With a spark of indifference.
The cynic rose from the ashes.
Through a harden g
What Makes UsWhat makes us Human?What Makes Us by ~NightShademidnight
The scars we have?
The dreams we strive for?
The way we group together instead of standing alone
In the Dark
In the Shadows
RunningIf I was a child sir, you would not hear meRunning by ~NightShademidnight
If I was a child sir, you would not know
If I was a ghost you could not see me
If I was a ghost you would never know
If I screamed would you come running?
If I cried out in the dark
Would you see my eyes and wonder
Does she even have a heart?
Oh my child, my child, forgive me
The road is long and hard all day
You are a wounded solider waiting forgiveness
You are an angel in the sky
You are a stranger sleeping on the streets
What could I have do for you?
I'll never know
Oh my child, my child, forgive me
The road is long and hard all day
You are a school teacher abandoned
You are a ghost that won
what has she become"Not her!" I criedwhat has she become by ~MissSmileyVampire
That isn't her
another person
come out to spite me
a child
mocking
showing its control
its power over her
emitting from it something other than my mom
its not her
this sickness
this disease
like a whole different person
it takes over
she doesnt try to stop it
it creeps
it spys
until the right moment
until she is weak
then slowly drains her
covering her in shadows
letting the other have full power
for the moment
she is her puppet
and i must endure
what all goes around me
thats not her
thats not my mom
I cry
I plead
for that child to let her free
to take away its violent grasp
but all she does is laugh
and shows me that even
WonderlandYou were my Wonderland.Wonderland by *RavenSpider
You were my lust filled desire.
Now darkness filters through the cracks.
Spreading it’s diseased lies of heartaches.
The dizzying dreams and shattered illusions cut like glass.
Thorns of betrayal wrap around my soul.
Craziness stirs the sleeping cat.
You were suppose to be my dream.
My happy fairy tale.
Now wandering the winding path of nonsense I look for voices that have no faces.
Looking for truths that turn to lies.
Ticking of internal clocks driving the madness farther home.
Once upon a time you would have made this right.
Now the mirrored faces show no emotions.
The queen carries the bloody ax of past loves
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