‘Final hour of blood and tears, wiping away all our fears, fire rains from the sky, pain and pestilence as wise men die, lethal plagues on bibles scale, meteors rain like killer hail, men pray to their gods, to no avail, who has unleash this unholy slaughter, to send humanity spiraling to its grave, not even pausing to catch its breath, this is the ( Read more... )

'tear drops cascade onto my pillow, the space we used to fill, the coldness of my room, without you its so still, the stupid grin you used to get at the sight of my face, the way you used to hold me when i was sad, and kiss away my tears, the way you'd call me late at night, and push away my fears, its so cold and empty now, without you in my arms ( Read more... )

'sunlight falls like silk through bamboo branches, across somber stone, a babbling brook the only sound, not even a bird twitters, this solemn area, forgotten, has been the resting place of the sword for centuries, left here in this most secret of hiding places, littered with blossoms from the cherry tree, stained with the blood of fallen heros and ( Read more... )

'walking through a rose garden, the sweet perfume of early spring rising from the fallen petals, bright sun shines on my pale face, inherited for a winter contained, never viewing the sun, save for the velvet slivers that, like ghosts, glide onto the floor of my cell, a small box containing only a bed and a bowl of water for washing my face, ( Read more... )

'she pushes away from his groping hands, sweat trickles slowly down her spine, she runs , panting and nearly out of breath, his arms out stretched, shoving, her stride is broken and she stumbles, face scaping against gravel, blood and tears stain her beautiful cheeks, his breath hot and ragged on her brow, a wet sloppy kiss, her mouth is opened ( Read more... )

'The rest of the morning would be spent wandering the garden paths around the mansion, taking in the beauty of the Earth’s fertile creations. As the sun rises dew glisten off the delicate petals of the roses and morning glory. The sweet scents of the mid-morning blooms permeate the air. Butterflies flit through the calm morning air like ( Read more... )

'I want to take a nap quite badly at this time. Preferably in a very comfortable goose down bed with a thousand-thread count Egyptian cotton comforter and some amicable companionship. This experience could be further enriched by sipping a glass of Boudreaux and eating a lavish quantity of toast with a fine selection of jams and marmalades. I would ( Read more... )

'profound, you fall without sound, dread, voices in my head, i wish i wasn't dead, chaos, sweet mercy from the Christ, you were to nice to die, why did i have to slit your throat,crimson flow from your neck, copper taste of your life, lick blood off the knife, you gasp and let go, what have i got to show for this, not some sick sense of bliss, ( Read more... )

'the pieces of my heart, shattered, grow wings, scattered, flying out the window, like bloodred doves, innocent, i feel like you drove a spike through my heart, dead, i wish i could get your face out of my head, i love you more than anyone, why did you have to break me, you could make me, whole, now i lie here, without a soul, broken.' Rex Clay ( Read more... )

'the flow through the ethreal, so surreal is the march through time and space, taking all away from this place, stuck in the infinite matrix of thought, contimplating the meaning of self, and what to do without the same, to be without clear definition, of self reflection, realizing the meaning, meaning to do something about it, shouting to the ( Read more... )