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ShadesShades of crimson and of gray,
Holding to the soundless day.
Tears of silver and of blue,
Streaming at the death of you.
Hopes dashed to ebony powder,
As cries of sorrow start and grow louder.
They look on in the icy rain,
At the darkest form of human bane.
Gun held in shaky hands,
Fearful sight throughout sunlit lands.
Prayers come in pain and tears,
While hearts all echo ancient fears.
Shades of crimson and of gray,
Tears of silver mark the day.
Hearts lay broken, unable to mend,
As hopes find little to do but bend.
Strangers shout and friends scream,
All feels like a horrid dream.
Wondering why this life was spent,
Wondering just what the gunner meant.
Suit clad killer with smiling eyes,
Says he paid for all the lies.
And dearest friend to all has seen,
The price of lies and what they mean.
Shades of crimson and of gray,
Shatter now in the lovely day.
The sun is gone and hope as fled,
PoetryAre you happy now that you've made me cry?
Made me feel like I should die?
All I can do is ask you why.
And please don't tell another lie.
Poetry ain't all rhythm and rhyme.
So you see, you're wasting your time.
Didn't you hear that it's about the heart?
Something you can't learn or impart?
It's about soul and about making you feel.
Making the world of another seem real.
Poetry is about learning to love
And freeing your soul to what is above.
It's about despair and pain
And standing alone in the summer rain.
So many forms from which to choose,
Sonnets and limericks and haikus.
There is song and open and fixed,
And all together they are mixed.
So are you happy now that you know?
So maybe I'm not the famous Poe.
But I'll make my way some day
And that is true, no matter what you say.
Simple stone of rosy hue
All that's left to guide me to you.
Words are never enough to tell
Just how much life is now hell.
A simple grave for a fallen friend
Nameless now in the bitter end.
Epitaph so short and kind
Stuck forever in my mind.
And tears of pain caress my cheek
Whilst good memories my heart doth seek.
Mind says there is still life to come
Heart says it will all be numb.
I question how we came to be
To cause no one to ever tell me.
Not how you died or when or why,
Leaving me alone to cry.
Cold now runs blood and beats heart,
Screaming that never should we have part.
It asks me now just what would
I have done if I could.
Could I have helped you through the final days
Been there for you in our old ways?
Yet you're gone to a better place
Surely a smile is upon your face.
Now tears are shed and sobs are stilled
And empty are the places you filled.
Yet somehow without you I will survive
Just as if you were alive.
Still forever I will mourn
For the life whose loss left
Random MadnessAuthor's Notes: The theme this time? I can do whatever I want as long as I insert lemonade, crack, Bolt3, and a six-foot sword in some way. Wrote it all in 10 minutes!
Challenging ME to a fight? What was this Turk thinking? Was he on crack or something? I am the great Sephiroth Project, and some junior Turk, not even in the suit for a week, is asking to duel me?
Of course I would not pass up the chance to humiliate a Turk, so I had accepted. This was why we stood, facing each other, in the middle of a clearing just outside of Kalm. Sephiroth had been kind and allowed the Turk to choose their sparring location. Sephiroth stood with an icy smirk on his face as the red-haired Turk stretched a bit.
"When I beat you," Sephiroth said, "You're going to be my servant for a month."
"If you beat me," Reno countered. "And when you don't, you're my maid, in a maid dress and everything, for a week."
Sephiroth rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, you'll clean my office and bring me lunch and lemonade on hot days
To My InspirationTo My Inspiration
Flower of the sky,
Twirling, swirling madly,
As you flutter by.
No sweet voice you bear,
Yet my soul with you sings,
Teaching, preaching glories,
Whilst you soar on radiant wings.
Once I knew not freedom,
Or that I had tales to give,
Dancing, prancing beauty,
Forever our stories shall live.
I used to be silent,
And darkness was my sight,
Fluttering, muttering softly,
Opened now to the light.
So fly once more my butterfly,
Inspiring me again,
To works of greater glory.
You gave me once strength and love,
I shall repay you in time.
But forget me not dear butterfly,
Forever your soul shall live.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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