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5W'sHow is it that one moment you're sitting on top of the world one moment
And coughing up dirt the next?
When was it those two things that bring people joy
Cause such bitter feelings towards each other?
What is it that can cause you to laugh at one thing
And then growl at it two seconds later?
Why it is that life is treasured so valuably
That it's romantic to waste it?
Where is it written that everything had to make sense
And yet nothing ever does…?
I can't understand this world anymore
Or myself for that matter.
I want to do what's best for everyone,
But how can I fit myself into the equation
How can I fit rhyme into this rhythmic discord?
An abomination of a poem.
An unwanted result of an experiment.
A way to vent frustration sorrow and anger.
Why is it that my light flickers when I want it to be at its strongest?
That whenever I smile people think I'm going to kill them
Where am I going from here?
How will I get there?
What will I do?
What can I do?
When will I know?
I don't know…
The 5 Kingdomes
Alex sighed as he watched the transport descend into the pale violet sky. He wondered why it was that he would have to stay in this foreign land to continue his studies instead of learning in the classroom like he always did, that way he would always have his friends to distract him from his images of far away places and dangers. His sister, Shiris, on the other hand seemed quite thrilled of the chance to leave home. Clothed in dark leather slacks a tanned leather hide vest and silk blouse she was easily confused with for a young boy eleven moons old.
"Let's hurry to the Inn!" She exclaimed. "I want to take in as much of this city as I can before it gets dark."
"Oh, alright" he sighed, taking one last look at the metal platform they were on before heading towards the city.
Xian was one of the more advanced kingdoms on the continent of Demos. Its buildings towered over their heads and seemed to be reaching out for the clouds as they slowly dissipated into the darkening magenta
Never will I be the perfect angel you say I am,
Every second I spend, fading from words written long ago
Verses made to steel, slash at m very soul
Eating at my flesh, until my last breath I let go
Reading my own death sentence Horizoned and vertical…
But time wears on, and the wounds eventually heal
Or do they fester and become worse?
Hanging hair over my eyes, drenched from the rain.
N, underscore, N and a backwards "Ku"
Hide the pain that I'd never show you.
How a ricochet of a bullet can wound a soul
Maybe you still can help me fill this empty hole
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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