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cutoutthemoon

Writing things for fun.

Jan 11, 2006 22:59

Here is the second of my writing siubjects, Well done everyone who replied to the last one; i hope i get even more this time.
They were all beautiful and they really cheered me up.

So here is the second writing subject:

The ruin of things.

Good luck and please remeber all writing art and whatever is accepted.

love ya xxxxxxx

Comments 8

5six7eight9ten January 12 2006, 16:39:13 UTC

The Ruin of things

Broken, Decayed, Destroyed, RUINed
As i walk down i look at the walls, the bright spray paint still glistening, tiny amounts trickling down following the course of gravity. Its SPATs area, well apparently. The Phonebox scratched with random names and tags, the phones off the hook. The litter lines the streets, trying to give a colourful appearance, and failing. You an see all the shops have special shutters and the young and old alike are inside by 6pm. They are afraid in their own homes.

cutoutthemoon January 12 2006, 23:05:59 UTC

sinister. Luv ya xxxxxx hope the meeting goes ok.xxxxxxx

The ruin of things anonymous January 12 2006, 18:35:30 UTC

It was as if everything had changed, on top it all looked the same but underneath the ruin was lurking. It didn't matter how many times I blinked or shook my head to make it stop, everything was dark and distorted. It was all destroyed now, everything was tainted and worst of all there was nothing I could do about it.

Re: The ruin of things cutoutthemoon January 12 2006, 23:13:09 UTC

beautiful, thank you xxx

anonymous January 12 2006, 21:33:53 UTC

am i this empty ruin?
the cause
the cause
or just the result?
barren, bland, the worthless sea
swelling and bulging and becoming so different.
am i the cause?
i get smaller.
little by little
and nothing will be left but the skin and bones
like some old dying man
am i the ruin?

cutoutthemoon January 12 2006, 23:13:36 UTC

Interesting idea, i like it xxxx

The ruin of things. l anonymous January 14 2006, 10:05:00 UTC

It had all went wrong. Everything. What was once so close to perfection, a beauty that penetrated from the inside out, had been poisoned. The gradual leak of ruin filled my heart, like an open tap filling a bath tub, which inevitably overflowed. It washed around me body, hitting my spine violently. My head hit the cold tiled floor. How do you contain the grief of losing the one thing that made you important? You cant.
There is no antidote for ruin. p

Re: The ruin of things. l cutoutthemoon January 22 2006, 01:13:03 UTC

Thank you xxx