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So, you've been dead long?“So… you’ve been dead long?”So, you've been dead long?
We twiddled our thumbs. Staring blatantly at the opaque glaze that had begun to creep over our wrinkled digits even as the rapid swirling motions sought to hold the last bit of flush that was all that truly remained of our humanity, we blanched. Horrified yet fascinated by their seemingly ghostly appearance, we delved deeper into this polite reverie to pass the time. Yet, despite all concepts of such a concrete measurement of moments passing, time lost, memories found, it all depends on how you’d look at it really. Some of us been here for years, months, days, hours, minutes,
by ~silent-confession
Uncle SamUncle Sam,Uncle Sam
You may not remember me, but we met. You were such a sight to see- streets paved with gold and ideals- glittering like broken glass. Freedom draped across your shoulders, drenched in starlight and sequined dreams. A shining paragon of heroic patriotism cloaked in deathly valor and deep rooted pride; oh how I envied you.
I was the scraggly hopeful, millions of miles away from home; the one with the rented American Dream, pressed and patched near immaculate. I swear you couldn’t even tell it was once ever broken! There was nothing a little polish and spit couldn’t fix.
It was beautifu
by ~silent-confession
A World Without FearFind me a world- a realm to call my own- a tale told all in hushed whispers and whimsy. Where flowers bloom and teardrops sparkle; where everything and nothing is known.A World Without Fear
Tell me something, anything. Fill me with hope and despair. Find me butterfly wings pinned to a blackboard, take me down memory lane.
Show me what was, what could be, not is. Frolic and prance with the stars; never beyond sunlight and dew, but certainly over the scars.
Bring me to light, to dark, and all that between. Grant me safe passage and more. Let there be war and then peace and then love; a cycle yet still unbroken.
&nbs
by ~silent-confession
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Tuesday AfternoonGOD: Next, please.Tuesday Afternoon
MAN: Yes, hello again.
GOD: I'm sorry, my memory fails me. Which one are you?
MAN: Well, I was Martin Fry.
GOD: I'm sorry, those records are terminated. What's your number?
MAN: Eleven thirty-one.
GOD: No, no, not your queue number. Your executive number, the eight-digits.
MAN: You expect me to remember that?
GOD: Well, it is within the seven plus-minus two limit, which you should achieve if you've reached up to level one. Or, are you the reincarnation?
MA
by ~ementhal
locks lying openShe’s a box within a box within a box; each locked. A succession of puzzles, leading one to another, never ending in their complex mechanisms for defending her carefully crafted selves. But I have a method, sure and sound as any. Like all tricks worth their salt, it begins with a simple request.locks lying open
“Tell me a lie,” I say, smiling.
“I’m exactly what you think I am. A silly, shy girl; painfully fourteen yet somehow twenty.” She is looking at the slippery grass with a tiny, educated smile threaded across her fresh face. “Tell me a lie,” she echoes. One eye is closed against the sun,
by ~jimboistic
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I tried to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass.
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Quite a thoughtful gallery you have here
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