michelle-longWhisper

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VampiresIsolated air, / flowing over the tranquilized seas, / touching the gray, highest peaks,
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Feb 21, 2012
Forever*You told me “forever”, / and I thought it was true / I had hoped it meant forever we'd remain--
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Feb 21, 2012
You're Still Gone*Together we stand, / Making up the snow-white abyss. / Our souls, alike, become one.
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Feb 21, 2012
Night of Darkness**...Darkness of night / Nightmares decending / Creatures calling
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Feb 21, 2012
Midnight BirdTiny midnight bird / alone in the sky, / resting after it's morning fly.
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Feb 21, 2012
Under a Willow Tree*Under a willow tree, / alone there I lay. / Beneath the setting sun,
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Feb 21, 2012
The Contention of Sanity**I couldn't concentrate. The page of math homework was staring back at me; it was blurry and incomprehensible. Such a simple problem, yet it had seemed like rocket science at that moment. My mind was drawing a blank (which it'd seemed to do a lot of), and I had to rest. I'd hoped that maybe, just maybe I could wake up feeling extravagant and ready to tackle the homework, though, of course, I knew it wouldn't result like that. So let's just say I was being remotely lazy, committing to another episode of procrastination. But, I still found myself stacking my books and folders and things onto the mini table standing in front of my bed, and dozing off. / Sleep was what I needed, to relax for once. / Once fallen into a dream, I felt peaceful, like I was floating against a cooling wind and flying through clouds. Of course that all too quickly ended as the dream transited into the same, repetitive nightmare I'd had night after night a lot before then. The dreams consisted of nothingness, just blurs of hate and confusion, filling my mind and scaring me on many levels. The floating then turned to falling, sinking. This went on forever, it seemed, making my dream-stated mind want to hide, striving to wake up.
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Feb 21, 2012
Voices**Walk through this park, a stranger you see. / Pass my direction and a stranger you will be. / On this darkened, docile day, in which your every fear has come to play,
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Feb 21, 2012
Lost**Grotesque, decrepit halls / Filled with livid porcelain dolls / Staring down upon us all
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Feb 21, 2012
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