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Press the buttonpress a button
press the next one
build a word
press the button
make a sentence
write a poem on the keyboard
see it on the screen
write on write on
black and white
is the colors
all in one sentence
what do you write
oh, what do you write
do you write about confusion
about heart that desires but doesn't know what
do you write about love
about the feeling so sweet
are you writing about hatred
the feeling so deadly
pain anger hope
sorrow reason rescue
whatever you write about
whatever i write
i write for freedom
i write for...
raise the song
raise your sound
speed of the buttons
being pressed for the words
words or love, hatred, sorrow, pain, hope,
head is empty
only the feeling
can only be filled
filled with anything
writing a poem
on a keyboard to a computer
computer connected to a screen
screen showing what i write
my soul captures
Mystery girl part 3Knowing, that the Princess of Fairy Tribe, Scarlett Merenich, was safe in her own castle.
He could travel through portals safely then, in search for the mothership.
They agreed to meet up in nine hours, just nine hours, and he would have a plan,
acted according the plan, and returned back to the planet she was from.
She really told him to return, had something to give him, whatever it was.
Nine hours, three had gone already, he had a plan already, he had found the mothership too.
Now it was just to find the location for the best gate.
"Gotcha" Bob said, while he stepped through a golden flash, he was suddenly standing on a metallic
floor, instead of a lush green forest floor.
"Straight ahead and to the right" A metallic voice said.
"To the cockpit i suppose, better than planned" Bob, the red cloaked mage said.
With him aboard, everyone and everything did as he thought, they were under his spell.
"WE are reaching our destination in five minutes, need anything else Sir?"
One of the serva
mystery girl part 2(Part 2 to mystery girl)
He was calmly walking through the woods, enjoying the morning sunrise,
but not forgetting the real reason he was there.
The mage dressed in a red mage robe knelt down on the ground, inspecting a small pink flower,
he was in the forest to collect some ingredients to a potion.
Yes, he could make them himself, but secretly he loved to enjoy the morning sun awell.
After putting the small pink flower and its roots in a piece of silk cloth,
he stood up, dusted off his red mage cloak, it was slightly wet at front, from the morning dew on the forest floor.
The mage, named Bob, from a city called Arias Magnus, now walking in a forest,
Somewhere, hidden from all eyes, walking in his own thoughts, not have to worry
about anyone else.
Little did he know.
There was a faint smell of blood, not far away where he stood, below the warm summerwind.
'A dead animal, maybe, couldn't be anything else, no humans walked in these uncharted parts
of this forest.
A few minutes rolled by,
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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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