CrystalSeeker

Jedan tren između svjetla i tame-- mjesec stane prije prijelaza-- ja stanem gledati prazno noćno nebo. Oči nam se sukobe (a rat blijedi kad se zatvore.) Ipak, bila je brižna. Otišla je opstati, tražiti sjedinjenje. Ono što vlada tamom je samo. Lako je gledati, izbor za one koji vide: "Za tisuću dijamanata, vizionar traži pobjedu međ tisuće proročanstava, sva jasna kao dijamanti." I blijesak donosi zoru. Bijahu li goli bludni? (ona kaže da bijaše razloga) Nemoćni objasniti gubitak života, ležeći u magli odraza, traže, jedan drugo

I have to choose. Again. "Well, let's see... Ah, Mr. Albren, since this is your 50th switch, you will have an additional option." The clerk, a fat-faced heap of boring lard, shifted his massive weight and leaned forward. The chair creaked. The table grunted too. "You can take the X-F200 model, standard class, or the Y-F300, also standard class, as before, or you can participate in our new test program." 50th? Already? The sliding doors on each side of the room opened, and from each came out a thin, sturdy reel of metal. Hanging on the left; black, crappy skin tossed on lumps of meat supposed to be hands and legs and a torso, all sewed toge

Loud, crisp and high His pain is a sigh Falling, sinking and dying His wings fail at trying Black, dark and grim His past haunts him Abyss, pain and sorrow His sights only know Love, warmth and bliss His wish is this: "A gust! My lungs lust for air It is unjust! My task is not fair How am I to do? My star is lost And this I did for You? My torch is now frost I ask of You, (My mind will go mad!) I had known so much of You, My jinx was sad I wish it all back, My past words, I kill It was, I know, an attack My mouth has no skill Show a light, I follow My wish is not hollow" Wanting, waiting and watching His hands sho

Dave was at the station for 2 hours now. There was nothing he could do about it, there was no place for him to go. He just decided he would leave. Plain and simple. Dave did not mind the fact that there was no bus to be seen, neither from the left side, nor from the right side of the road. The road was empty and barren, motionless and dull, and it lasted like that for 2 hours. He didn't quite know if he was looking east when he looked left, or west when he looked right, but he was pretty sure it couldn't be north or south. He searched through his pockets and found: one bubblegum pack, his wallet, a pencil sharpener, and a crumbled piece of

Paranoia: The Knight of Illusion I am Sir Aridan and I am a knight. Well, of course I'm a knight, can't you tell? I'm suave, debonair, and pretty handsome to boot. I have sworn to the king that I will uphold his kingdom and protect his name. I have followed the code of the knight to the letter, traveling the countryside to promote my king's name. I know all of the other knights of the region, even carrying on my rivaling relationship with Sir Boris. I even have a lady-in-waiting whom I love; Delores is her name and I adore her with every bone in my body. My horse is fine, a sleek black stallion who comes at his owner's call. My sword is sh

Paint with words, in vivid colors, swirling murals of backlit mountains. Graffiti birds that fly on trains brilliant; flashing chalk dust illustrations. Sculpt words with slamming doors, or shunting trains in railway stations. Acrylic brooks that wind through canyons, spray paint chroma-color imagination. Draw moist lips cast in crimson, a body straining against soft touch. Panting frustration, that twists and binds, or thirsting satisfaction. Drink liquid color words, thrusting stars against night's canvas. Nourish this hungry soul.