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Find a path that is your own.Rose tossed about in her bed, the sheets tangling and binding her like vines on an ancient wall. Her nightmare was taking its toll on her; anyone watching could have seen that, but no one was. Rose was single, which was fine by her. She didnt like people, anyway. She never felt comfortable with other people around her. They never made her feel comfortable. She always felt outcast; as if she was the last of an unknown species. Home never felt like home to her. It felt foreign and fake, rushing past her like a dream: it didnt feel real what-so-ever.
She continued rustling and rolling, a fine drop of sweat dripping down her cheek, sparkling in the moon light that was washing over her body through the open window. The breeze was chilled, causing her to shiver ever-so slightly, having a greater effect on her due to the perspiration on her skin.
Somehow Rose knew she was never meant to belong at home; it was a burden of the past, one that would live with her no matter where she w
Hollow TrustHollow Trust
An abnormality of society;
the center of pain -
unable to trust anybody;
people - they're all the same.
Shadows around me take forms of power;
an unwelcoming sense of fear.
Controlling the thoughts, the shadows,
unable to handle the pressure.
Unable to survive the ensnare.
Rights, opportunities, are all but a mist;
an inseparable fog, with impossible density.
To live each day, by day, refusing to pry.
To die in the soul, refusing to cry.
Gatherings of thoughts, gathering of lies;
nothing makes sense, nothing to surprise.
Words through a whisper, like the taunting of death,
enraging my mind, and enthicken the mist.
Improper control; decision to seek,
particular sounds, though unable to see,
my mind, it's alone,
my mind tries to speak.
Glorys' a falsity, wandering light.
It gets hard to see when the truth is a lie.
A meek decision, a pathetic choice,
but what else to do,
when theres no where to run.
Its impossible to find
what my minds
Omnipotent SoldiersOmnipotent Soldiers
Life is measured against eternity,
needlessly wasted upon howls of insanity.
Blood rush and hysteria drains;
All this substitutes a losing war.
A solution, the problem; cause of weak mortality.
Neglect on substantial tolerance;
A limitless drifting of the splinter of bones,
the shower of blood.
Deify or disperse;
an option with hidden prospect.
Imprisoned by inequality,
soulless in this world of seclusion.
Their weapons, their minds;
an intensive expectancy to prey upon.
Pray for the living, Prey for the dead.
No sanctuary for those that are forsaken.
An effective evaluation for these hollowed beings.
No freedom, no hope;
they are all external factors,
No need to raise your brow.
These shadows of soldiers,
Pushed forward against their enforcing will.
No time to run, no time to hide.
A war, the war, is waged within the soul.
The soldiers fight this losing war,
a deteriating force among the torn.
The moon will shine upon the corpse,
the dead will nay to be reme
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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