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Tormented
Tormented by a wall of terrifying movement, It sat twirling Its head around in discomfort and insanity. Not for very long did It wait when the episode subsided and Its head retracted from the many places around him it had been. Its skin twitched and tightened, leaving Its mind in anguish. It counted out two, then quickly three little pills, which it took glancing in every direction. It avoided the senses of Its surrounding shadows, and the layers peeled from the walls in a moment where Its frozen body was turned away. Another episode was beginning again...
By Chaffee Wood8 years ago in Poets
Actors Who Should Reprise Their Roles for the 'Thriller' Rap. Top Story - October 2017.
Michael Jackson’s Thriller will always be a part of any Halloween party playlist. The spooky music video has been viewed over 10 million times on YouTube. It also has been lauded by some of the biggest media publications as “the greatest music video of all-time.”
By Jacob Elyachar8 years ago in Geeks
7 Letters: Letter 2
To My Favorite Daydream, Do you know you’re in every scenario that I can think of? There’s one where I wake up in the morning, and the first thing I smell is the scent of your aftershave on my pillow. It's the most delicious scent. So masculine and strong. The aroma causes a soft and hazy smile to form on my dry lips, like a woman after her first mind-blowing climax, or letting chocolate melt and spread over your taste buds after weeks of dieting. There’s another particular scenario in which I come home from a long day of work, completely sodden from head to toe due to the heavy rains outside our windows that matched my mood. I have my usual frown on my face but then I see you appear from my bedroom, in nothing but black boxer shorts and a cup of coffee in your hand. Your glasses are falling off of the bridge of your crooked nose and I can't help but giggle at the sight. You do that you know, make everything better by doing nothing at all, by remaining a figment of my imagination, because otherwise you’d be real and we can't have that. I love molding you into my perfect summer day, and having you in front of me, alive, breathing, sighing beneath me, it would only cause this dysfunctional heart to stop beating.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
How Much Does Music Mean?
Words are limiting when it comes to music, no letters can be arranged to form a perfect answer as to how powerful and simply beautiful music is. There is music for everything, a 3 minute song can pull out so much love, loss, tears, revelations and wave after wave of connection to something that has no mouth yet can speak louder than anything else. The words of music wrap a person hold them tightly and whisper words of promise and hope, it is a life line and an intertwining oak of pure passion and comfort. Music will hold your hand, music knows what’s being buried beneath a facade of smiles and joy, it cries with words unlike any other, it can touch a part of a person that is hidden away from everything else. It is warmth and love and tenderness and wisdom and a hand to hold on to when no one else offers theirs. If feeling and emotions could speak, it would speak music.
By Aaron Wale8 years ago in Poets
Completed Portrait
I guess, Whenever I met someone, and they seem to really like me. They always find another girl with better qualities She said as she pondered about her past. Would one compare someone to a bucket of paint that drips off a cliff, individuals may not like where it lands but others find the beauty in the little droplets. Droplets of paint and different colors representing personality traits. Sensitivity, anxiety, depression, well, I feel as though I’ve landed safely in the hands of a man whose corrosion around me is something I’ve never felt before. He doesn’t just accept my droplets that fall from the paint bucket over a cliff, but he soaks up all the colors and paints a beautiful photo on a blank campus. While the other wanted me to keep my colors dimmed and weak. He was infatuated with them even at their very peak. This man never critiques who I am or what passions were, For he as always stood by me and supported me in the things I’ve wanted to endure As she painted a photo of her beloved she created a smile along the portrait of the man who loves her, A smile brighter than the sun, with hair the color of chocolate and golden brown eyes that some may compare to gold in a mine. A moonlight background that resembled the bright future they share, so there they stood holding each other close as the midnight air touched their angelic flesh. He kissed me as we knew the night came to a rest.
By harold hart8 years ago in Poets
7 Letters: Letter 1
Dear Twenty-Four Year Old You, I kind of imagined this moment, where I would bump into you and everything would make sense in my life. A moment where I could lay my eyes on you, and everything would slow down. I would take a breath and just know that everything would change. I always knew it would happen like this. Unexpected and painfully slow. Like coming into contact with something foreign yet too fascinating to look away from. And there you were. With your perfect dark hair, and those soft hazel eyes and that smile that made my heart skip a beat. That smile...it haunted me for years. I had no idea who it belonged to, but it was enough to keep a girl up at night. Everywhere I went, I compared you to every guy I saw. Strangers sipping coffee on sidewalks, mysterious men on motorcycles wearing black leather jackets, the everyday heroes that stopped crime and put out fires. Artists that painted their souls on blank canvases with worn out paintbrushes or poured their hearts out using nothing but a broken heart and an acoustic guitar. I didn't want you to be any of those faceless people.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
