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 Feb 2015 AnActualToaster
Holly
I let you down and
I started to run,
Never meant to be your pain
Oh my god, What have i become?
 Feb 2015 AnActualToaster
Holly
Fly.
 Feb 2015 AnActualToaster
Holly
"Angels can't fly"
She whispered.
And jumped.
 Feb 2015 AnActualToaster
Holly
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 Feb 2015 AnActualToaster
Holly
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I want to
Bury my face
In her chest
Right now until
I  fall asleep,
And then wake
Up and still
Be in their arms.
 Feb 2015 AnActualToaster
ryn
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•they'd               
come at night•               
these footsteps are               
never light• always                    
heavy and running ar-                      
ound•...they are annoy-                        
ingly creepy..., these aw-                       
ful sounds•every night,                          
after eleven without                        
fail•into rooms,                        

us they would                        
tail• making a                        
din overhead                        
•when all                        
                         should
                        be quiet inste-
                         ad•like barefooted
                          children i would ***-
                          ume...•wandering and
                          exploring into every ro-
                           om•...could they come
                            wilfully•from the cou-
                                ple who live above
                            me•i very much

                             doubt so•bec-
                             ause this much
                             i know...•that
                             the neigh-

bour up-                    
stairs, they're                        
old•frail and meek;                            
never bold•they'd re-                            
tire early•after late, ne-                            
ver a party•now... there                            
the feet go again•drivi-                            
ng me almost insane•                            
on my ceiling now,                            
they're pacing•                        

they know i kn-                        
ow and they are                        
playing•these                        
invisible                        
                        feet•ne-
                        ver would we
                            meet•one thing for
                           sure•this is not a friv-
                            olous tour•determined
                            to tell•that they exist
                              as well•nothing i'm
                               certain but it is clear
                               •i think they really
                              like it here...•

                              •i don't think
                               they're leavi-
                              ng•they're
                 ­              bent on


staying...
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I live in an apartment on the 2nd storey. My family and I would hear these footsteps every night.

Initially we would dismiss it to be the neighbour living upstairs but that became very improbable simply because the couple who lives above us are far too old to be jumping and skipping in the wee hours...

We have tried ignoring the sounds but they would intensify. We'd hear intentional heavy footsteps, running, jumping between rooms but most of the time they would follow us to whichever room we're in.

Lately these sounds had progressed to rapping on the concrete walls in my bedroom. I could hear them as I lay in bed knocking and tapping on the wall by me.

The thing is... I live in a corner apartment and beyond that wall is the exterior of the building... There is no way anyone could be on the opposite side of that wall...

Creepy much?
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 Feb 2015 AnActualToaster
Holly
Your favorite hug,
Your favorite mall  date,
Your favorite night,
Your favorite cuddle,
Your favorite kiss,
Your favorite Girlfriend.
(:
Benign, benevolent ballerina bubbly bathing by beautiful blossoming balsams.

A gander I took and I was a statue, still, allured, and enchanted. my lips basted by beauty, before her I was an apparition, lost in forests of adulation.

A vanishing spirit soon to be a vestige of a vestige. I shall wage wars, arm myself and battle my way to her hands that can melt the glaciers residing in my heart.
What if I said public speaking.. mhhhh enjoy.
Remember when you were a kid
Taken into a fairy story world
As  you struggled to stay awake
While mum read of stories yet untold*

Well leave behind the daily stodge
Of true loves failed paths
Forget the self inflicted cuts
From razor blades so sharp

Open your mind to imagination
Tales of Red Riding Hood
Join Hanzel and Gretel on
Their journey through the wood

Witches, wizards, dragons
All a part of myth
Let your mind slip into unknown
From a princess receive a kiss

So leave the mundane far behind
And enter middle earth
A place of wizards elves and dwarves
And fairy fire flies do live

You know your mind is a wonderful thing
A lexicon of life
So sink now into imagination
And find a better way of life
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