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The questioning
and disturbance
and disgrace-
beautiful.
Fists fly
like asteroids
and saliva rains
like crystal
teardrops.
Missiles are
dropped and the Earth
soars in chunks
like a calm volcano.
Insults are carried
on the wind
and tickle eardrums
so softly,
a delicate
caress.
and disturbance
and disgrace-
beautiful.
Fists fly
like asteroids
and saliva rains
like crystal
teardrops.
Missiles are
dropped and the Earth
soars in chunks
like a calm volcano.
Insults are carried
on the wind
and tickle eardrums
so softly,
a delicate
caress.
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The Lonely Vampire Prince
Chapter 17:
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What’ll happen when we get to the castle? Will he turn me once we get there? Just thinking about it is already scaring me…the other part is, once that happens then, my life will be changed, forever. But, I honestly don’t care what happens to me, all that matt
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The train pulled into the station, sending a plume of smoke into the chilly night air. A storm had just ended, its lightening still flickering through the clouds as the moon tried to peek out from behind the clouds. Chatters came from dozens of students, a wave of black fabric on the station’s platform. Hagrid walked among them, dividing the first-years from the rest, or at least I assumed. I viewed everything with my mind’s eye from the professors’ table in the Great Hall. I knew nothing of Hogwarts’ rituals, yet here I sat during the most important one of the school year. I&rsq
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This was another poem I wrote trying to make something ugly sound beautiful
This one is about hate. It was actually quite difficult
I hope you guys like this one
Poem (c) Me-
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You pulled it off beautifully! It sounds so delicate and tender; I'd say a definite success!