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Suddenly, my eyes were the ones
Fluttering about, as they opened
And the sky's light hit me -
For the first time
It's been so long
Since I've last seen light
But now, I can see
Or at least my eyes
Have opened once again
All that meets my eyes
Is the darkness of the mucky air
That surrounds me
In this frozen, bare place
I'm not sure just where it is
That I am living now,
All I know are the chills on my arms,
The pitch darkness in my eyes...
And how I've realized
That I'm still wearing the same
As the day I last saw light
My nicest shirt, now shreds,
These dress pants stiff with dirt,
And new shoes - long gone
And I realize, maybe it's okay
To not be able to see...
When I can live in those memories
The day they took me away
From the life I once lived
Fluttering about, as they opened
And the sky's light hit me -
For the first time
It's been so long
Since I've last seen light
But now, I can see
Or at least my eyes
Have opened once again
All that meets my eyes
Is the darkness of the mucky air
That surrounds me
In this frozen, bare place
I'm not sure just where it is
That I am living now,
All I know are the chills on my arms,
The pitch darkness in my eyes...
And how I've realized
That I'm still wearing the same
As the day I last saw light
My nicest shirt, now shreds,
These dress pants stiff with dirt,
And new shoes - long gone
And I realize, maybe it's okay
To not be able to see...
When I can live in those memories
The day they took me away
From the life I once lived
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Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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La caja (algun dia)
Tirada en el patio esta la caja, sin etiquetas ni marcas, una simple caja. Todos pasan, pero nadie mueve a la caja, estática e inerte percibe los pasos, esos pequeños murmullos que la hacen recordar que no está sola y aun así el abismo continua.
En todos sus años de caja esta ha estado cerrada, pues ningún hombre ha decidido hacerse cargo de la solitaria caja, la cual carga con su contenido en el exterior; una caja inversa quizás será.
No tendremos remedio que contar que esa caja olvidada por todos más presente no podría estar, es el ombligo del mundo. Tras de ella se esconde la línea qu
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Written By You: Part IWings flutter by
That lightly come
And brush my skin
Colorful, standing out
From the sky in which
It continues to fly
And so here, I stand
Watching just one
As the crowd rolls in
Colors, all so differing
All appearing at once
Each one to a large mass
Of different sizes
Wings slink up and down
Bodies floating in the air
It was a beautiful sight
From the mind of my eyes
Up until my own time
Suddenly, my eyes were the ones
Fluttering about, as they opened
And the sky's light hit me -
For the first time
Written By You: Part IIIThe day they took me away
From the life I once lived
The park had just reopened
My fiancee and I,
We had worked to rebuild it
That memory blazed into my mind
Just as the way the sun did that morning
As it shone bright down on us
I can still recall
As she leaned forward
To cup apart the ribbon
We mainly put up
To keep the kids back
Speaking of those children...
We kept them out, distracting them
They each had a container
And within each were three butterflies
We had told them to release them
Once they saw the ribbon
Fall into the grass
And so with that sound of shearing scissors,
The butterflies were released out
Wings flutter by
That lightly come
And brush my skin
Colorful, standing out
From the sky in which
It continues to fly
There were two back in the crowd,
They hadn't stood out to me -
Not until they were racing towards
My fiancee and I
My last images
It was a beautiful sight
From the mind of my eyes
Up until my own time
And the last thing I ever heard:
The hi
Written By You: Part IVIn this darkness,
All I can feel
Is the cold steel
Surrounding my wrists
Tell me, is he
Or is he not?
Out of nowhere,
I could hear voices again...
Deep sounding -
A man
I don't think so,
But the public
Doesn't need to know.
As far as they realize,
He did it. He murdered her.
Two men...
Framing me for murder?
Shall we question him,
Or give him to the police?
No, we won't question him.
We'll leave that up
To the police
After we create the scene
Right, right...
Do you have the girl?
Yes, she's locked up
In the other room.
Can't we let her live, though?
I mean, what's the harm?
The Queen & King will probably
Just bear more children.
If we do this,
We may have a chance.
If nobody knows
We killed the next in line,
But they do think
We found the murderer...
Then we could have a chance!
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My fiancee...
They're going to kill her...
Heir to the castle,
My love...
And they're framing me...
My thoughts were interrupted
By the sound of stomping fee
I described his clothing and memories to try and help with the next ideas. I'll set up the ideas, but it's still up to all of you to help tell the story.
So far, he's faced the memory of butterflies that kept gathering together, it was part of the last time he saw light. Suddenly, he wakes back up in a dungeon area where he's been left for a long enough time that it's no surprise to him. It's pitch black so he can't see, and he's alone.
Things to think about: When he last saw the light outside, why was he wearing such nice clothes? What do the butterflies symbolize? Why is he in this kind of place? Was he kidnapped, did he get himself there on accident?
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Oh, this is a great twist. Maybe he commited a crime and got imprisioned?