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Have you ever imagined, ever at all
What it would be like to be real small
Where you had to fend for your life
Where the light bulb glowed, like the edge of a knife
Where the action figures are the size of gods
Where there is no love, no peace, no rest, no laws
Where the dust mites will give you a good fight
You’ll battle all day and all of the night
Where from the top of your bed, you’ll see the land
Of sights so beautiful, so vivid, so grand
But, with one slip, you’re falling to death
With the mites eat your bones on your very last breath
Where the garbage is a cesspool, so vile
Where the shag carpet is longer than the Nile
Where the closet is the biggest of caves
Sailing through your laundry, the stinkiest of waves
Where vacuums are hurricanes, fearful and strong
Where fans on high lead to winters so long
Where glue is like quicksand, forever trapped there
Can you imagine a world if you dare?
A miniscule land of an endless quest
A huge but small world with a periling test,
And just when you think you are safe from death,
Just remember, it’s not over yet
What it would be like to be real small
Where you had to fend for your life
Where the light bulb glowed, like the edge of a knife
Where the action figures are the size of gods
Where there is no love, no peace, no rest, no laws
Where the dust mites will give you a good fight
You’ll battle all day and all of the night
Where from the top of your bed, you’ll see the land
Of sights so beautiful, so vivid, so grand
But, with one slip, you’re falling to death
With the mites eat your bones on your very last breath
Where the garbage is a cesspool, so vile
Where the shag carpet is longer than the Nile
Where the closet is the biggest of caves
Sailing through your laundry, the stinkiest of waves
Where vacuums are hurricanes, fearful and strong
Where fans on high lead to winters so long
Where glue is like quicksand, forever trapped there
Can you imagine a world if you dare?
A miniscule land of an endless quest
A huge but small world with a periling test,
And just when you think you are safe from death,
Just remember, it’s not over yet
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Just a Shadow
She smiled at herself in the mirror with a twisted kind of amusement, almost laughing at her dilemma.
Here she was, an assassin, staring at her red rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks in a public bathroom.
So many years breaking into military facilities, striking down dictators, and she broke down after just one kill. But then again, when she thought about it, she had never really been an assassin to begin with. Every last one of her kills had been celebrated by the world.
But now
now was different. She was a snake, a cold-blooded killer.
"Oh how the mighty fall," she mused as she wiped the remaining tears from her face. Once a her
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homecoming
nearly home. nearly home. a space and time away from where you want to be: belonging to yourself. there is a midnight garden somewhere inside my lungs, black and tarry from the darkness i am siphoning from your lips to mine, trying to let the light in, trying to stop the hurt becoming a euphemism for two vertical red lines drawn in a bathtub. you have turned me inside out. raw, vulnerable; the silence is an agony.
you have wormed your way inside and I have agreed to be your golem, a clay replacement for the affections of the woman who bedded herself beneath your skin and rearranged your spine. even so, let me give til i am a dry husk, let me
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Shadow
by scag2807, Jul 25, 2017, 2:19:11 PM
Literature / Characters & Settings / Sci-Fi & Fantasy / Profiles
Race : Homme-chat
Âge : 15 ans
Sexe : masculin.
Taille (debout) : 1,69 m.
Couleur des poils : noirs, avec des reflets bruns, et deux tâches blanches (au cou et sur le ventre).
Yeux : vert.
Particularité(s) : Il voit dans la nuit (yeux de chats). Il est capable de se tenir sur deux ou quatre pattes. Il arrive plus ou moins bien à communiquer avec les autres chats. Il sait être très discret. Il a des mains comme celles des humains (avec plus de poils, bien sûr). Ses réflexes sont
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I love the rhythm. Just a question--is the line "Where shuffling through your laundry" incomplete? It doesn't rhyme with the others...