Effervescent. One
Call from her red lipstick, white teeth, and crooked smile
Lie to me about the future, though
I intend to surpass the strong feelings in my memories
Pain protects my future and de-limits me from my past.
Solitude I had sacrificed and the unrecognized
Efforts to better myself and our future, redact history, and destroy madness. We deserve better.
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OneWithPen
My imagination, our journey, and this world we call Earth. What shall we make of the time we have left here? Well, with my time I will give you many stories. Read with caution welcome Pen's page; good reading.
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Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler5 days ago in Fiction
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This was very good, I agree with ROCK
Clever acrostic; newly subscribed! Hope to read more by you!