I open my eyes and sit up. I drift over to the bars of the cell door. It is raining; the drops are falling slowly, slowly, like snowflakes, like autumn leaves
when did I last feel the rain? I reach my hand out, between the bars; now my arm, my shoulder
I stand in the alley and look back into my cell. I didnt notice myself getting any thinner
I turn and float down the alley. I dont feel the rain. Instead, the shadows slide over me like water as I swim through the night air
I pass a pair of guards standing by the first gate. One is talking loudly, but I barely hear him. My head is cloudy, soft, like eiderdown. They dont see me.
Now I am on a road, moving away from the dark buildings. The rain has stopped, I notice, and a fog is gently rolling in. I join the fog and together we drift down the road, towards the Outside. I dont know where I am going
There is a brief flash an image of a face, smiling; soft hands; a gentle voice, soothing; something warm and bright. Then it is gone again and there is just me and the fog















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Anyway,great job,person of whom I have never met!
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Ice Climbers,we don't care that you can retardedly hop to the top of a mountain with retarded little noises following each retarded little hop.
It's not really a poem, it's just a scene that appeared in my head one day that I thought could have story potential (I read a lot of fantasy and therefore have an overactive imagination)... haha I think I'd have reason to be scared of myself if I wrote a poem like this...
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"...Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.
"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."
- Twilight - Stephenie Meyer
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Ice Climbers,we don't care that you can retardedly hop to the top of a mountain with retarded little noises following each retarded little hop.
This is really cool, I'm faving it.
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"...Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.
"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."
- Twilight - Stephenie Meyer
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"...Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.
"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."
- Twilight - Stephenie Meyer
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98% of Deviants have percentages in their signature.
If you one of the 2% that doesn't, put this in your sig...
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Good links:
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