SkittsWhisper

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DarkHe was chained to his transgressions. He could not escape the evils he had done. The shadows lurked around him, waiting to strike if he made any attempt to escape, and if the darkness made its move, he made no attempt to resist. Nameless was he. Does it really matter? He hadn't seen another person in years, let alone made any sort of human or social contact. The darkness was his only companion, but a better term for that would be his keeper, his master, his captor. He was trapped in a world of mind games and lies. He could not get out. A ray of sunshine broke through the clouds and shone on him, but he cowered under the presence of what is good. He could not turn back. In his eyes, he deserved the torment he had subjected himself to The self-imposed exile was agonizing, but it was the only option he would accept, nothing more, nothing less. He closed his eyes and, for the first time in years, breathed a sigh of relief as the shadows welcomed him, devouring everything in his essence.
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Jul 14, 2020
Death of a penOh, pen. / There you lie, / Cold and pale,
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Jun 12, 2020
EvilHear no, speak no, / See no evil or any / Such thing; though
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Jul 14, 2020
For my mother, my friendI don't think I ever told you, how much I appreciate the things you do. You have been there when I cried, and always known when I've lied. You taught me how to read and sing, and punished me when I did the wrong thing. You were there to tell me goodnight, and always knew how to make things all right. I look up to you, Mom, and I love you very much. I don't know what it would be like without your loving touch. You will always come first in my heart, no matter how far we are apart. Mom, I have not told you, I don't know where I've been. You're not only just my mother, you're forever my best friend.
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Jul 14, 2020
Horror SceneMy head throbs, / My heart pounds, / A bead of sweat drips down my forehead
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Jul 14, 2020
Into madnessFollow the thought as it hops away, / into the deep dark hole. / Let curiosity lead a spring to your step,
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Jul 27, 2020
LookingA breeze washed over the shivering hills allowing them to rise and fall like a mother's gentle hush Quieting the sun-rays to curl within the drops of dew and nestle atop the tree scratching flight upon a beating butterfly and dispersing amongst spinning auburn creeks. The wind gently tugged at a mass of wild hair Strays unraveling as invisible fingertips danced through the songbirds lullaby. Fingers lost in buttercup sand eyes merely resting where the sky meets the earth laughing in colorful shades and spinning in the watery sunset. I have found happiness. / The storyteller is lost in us Don't ask me where he went I see his traces in the words you write But his power is truly spent And all I see now is meaningless Words made simply for the thrill Belted out by a literary killer Monster, looking for a fill.
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Aug 10, 2020
LoveI approach the room / Just beyond the door / Darkness
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Jul 27, 2020
My dogShe tilts her head with her smile / with her unique style. / So persistent with her dance.
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Jul 14, 2020
Mystery of meThere is a voice I cannot quiet, / It lives inside my heart and mind, / Its' song comes out when I cannot hide
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Jul 14, 2020
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