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How it goesI wondered,How it goes
Will I be worth a new memory spun?
Laughter, tears and smiles, jokes abound.
Song sung not so softly to ourselves.
It plays so often now you might've found.
Conversation casual, occasional complaints.
I wondered,
Will you remember me now that I'm gone?
Tearful embraces, hugs all around.
Sad song sung softly to myself.
Played constantly, now blurry sound.
Calls become uncommon, complaints cascade.
I wondered,
Will you compare me to new love begun? &nbs
by ~Chaos-Bandit
Bye-CycleWe dance so high with passion; fiery rot.Bye-Cycle
A core of heat which melts our senses way.
The wax so swiftly shrouding this my thought,
but smoke will drift away ere comes the day.
Then shining through as rays on rainy morn,
And laying light to all we hold sincere.
A rainbow cast upon a leaf so torn
Apart, oh damn you fall that caused this tear!
Among the marsh, in tendrils thick of mist,
Confusion rampantly hindering runs.
Attempt to find the trail to air now missed,
where fog will burn away by heat: the s
by ~Chaos-Bandit
The Monkey's ChristmasThe Monkeys’ ChristmasThe Monkey's Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the trees Not a creature was stirring, not even the fleas
The boots were hung by the tree trunk with pheasant In hope that St. Nick soon would be present
The monkeys were cuddled all snug in their toboggans While dreams of coconuts plopped on their noggins
And Mamma in her PJs and I in my streetclothes Had just sat down for a big bag of Cheetos
When out on the branches the bananas looked riper I jumped up and down and called to my sniper
Away down the tree trunk I
by ~Chaos-Bandit
Pursuit of Darkness Ch. 6Chapter 6 The shadows engulfed Cyrus as he stealthily moved from building to building, taking care not to be seen. He was on his way to the jail, a plan already formulating in his mind. He had waited in his room until midnight to embark, and now the moon was covered by a thick blanket of clouds. A few crickets chirped nearby, startling him suddenly. He took a steadying breath and tried to figure where he was. The jail was still a quarter-mile away. He took another breath and continued on. The sounds of his steps sounded like thunder to him, each shuffle reverberating in his head. &nPursuit of Darkness Ch. 6
by ~Chaos-Bandit
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A Quick ShadowNick was furtively walking down a San Francisco avenue crowded with young, strange, beautiful people searching for a party. He had done his best to blend in by donning some mean-looking spiked boots over tight black jeans, pulling on a black mesh tank top, and shading his kind chocolate eyes with sunglasses despite it being night time. He had attempted to tame his thick curly hair and had achieved an acceptable “Messy Look.” His shirt did nothing to cool him down; he was sweating from heat and nerves. He was counting in his head how many clubs he still had to pass before he found the one where he would meet someone with answers. Six… past craA Quick Shadow
by ~Jub-Jub-Bird
Bruce Turns Out The LightNovember 23rd, 7:30pm.Bruce Turns Out The Light
Bruce felt more and more afraid as he crept up the soft, carpeted stairs. It wasn’t going to be good when he got to the top. Behind him, he could hear rumbling sounds. They came from the closed door of the room he had just left. At least he knew that there was company back there. He couldn’t go back, though. They would only shout at him. Perhaps Bruce could just stay here, on the stairs. It was nice here; the hall light cast playful shadows and the carpet was very warm, with fur like a duckling. He could see the streetlight from the road. Where there was road, there would be people, company, someone t
by ~BobMcCow
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