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Once upon a rhyme,
There was Nowhere,
A place whose signpost
Swung round in the gales of evil.
Nowhere is the place
Where the rivers run with hope,
And freedom dances the
Foxtrot with contentment
Along the wispy clouds of
Love and peace.
Nowhere is the land
Where the faeries roam,
The sylphs, nymphs and pixies
Living together in harmony.
Nowhere is the place
The dragons and unicorns wander,
Gentle as woolly lambs
Under faerie reign.
Yet nowhere has a secret,
Unfortunate as it is true,
Nowhere was never somewhere,
It was all imagined by you.
There was Nowhere,
A place whose signpost
Swung round in the gales of evil.
Nowhere is the place
Where the rivers run with hope,
And freedom dances the
Foxtrot with contentment
Along the wispy clouds of
Love and peace.
Nowhere is the land
Where the faeries roam,
The sylphs, nymphs and pixies
Living together in harmony.
Nowhere is the place
The dragons and unicorns wander,
Gentle as woolly lambs
Under faerie reign.
Yet nowhere has a secret,
Unfortunate as it is true,
Nowhere was never somewhere,
It was all imagined by you.
Literature
Duality
DUALITY
His Armani jacket swooped left and right in the frigid night air as his Enrico shoes clap with the the hard ground of this narrow back alley as if to applaud a job well done. He clasps his keys and lets himself into the back of an apartment block. I step out into the centre of the Alley and breath the cold air deep into my lungs the job isn't over yet. Taking a key from my pocket I reminisce how attaining this exact replica of his key was possibly the hardest part of this otherwise easy assignment.
Already I am inside the living room of his penthouse apartment. So this is where he leads his second life. Of course
Literature
Metus
One flat night, the wind stilled itself like a breath held in the worst kind of anticipation; the moment when you realize, too late, that everything has gone wrong with every carefully laid plan. Every alibi come to naught in the face of something far too dark to even be given shape: gloried in the feverish tongues of those men who spread their crazed scripture to those who pass beneath their perches just out of reach.
Fear.
The word dances across the lips of the multitudes, washing away serenity and sense, slathering a coat of ashen sludge across our hearts and burrowing into the mind like some virulent maggot, squirming for that last litt
Literature
consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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Just happens to be a fantasy. Humanity sucks sometimes.
There are good points. And bad points. I just need to figure out how to tell them apart. Comments or critiques are very welcome, as always.
For *100ThemesChallenge, variation one, theme 61: Fairy Tale.
(c) Me, ~baby-filly, so please don't attempt to steal, edit or redistrubute my work in any way shape or form without my express written consent.
There are good points. And bad points. I just need to figure out how to tell them apart. Comments or critiques are very welcome, as always.
For *100ThemesChallenge, variation one, theme 61: Fairy Tale.
(c) Me, ~baby-filly, so please don't attempt to steal, edit or redistrubute my work in any way shape or form without my express written consent.
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