Autumn GrinningShe wasn’t short, but next to me, that doesn’t say much. Eccentrically dressed, the only fashion she was a slave to was in her mind. Eyes, gray like a water laden sky adorned her face with a deepness that you’d fall into, if not careful.Autumn Grinning
Eccentric. That is the word of the day, every day, even, when referring to her. Normal wasn’t a word she understood to well, and I loved her all the more for it; even though it sometimes made public situations with her awkward.
One Autumn night comes to mind when she drifts in to my memories. The Carolina trees were crimson and orange, set aflame by the changing
Spirit Smoke in Carolina WindThe smell of smoke from someone's cigarette catches my attention. I breathe deep embracing the second hand nicotine. I chat absently with the smokers around outside. A gust of cold Carolina wind bites right through my coat bringing the chill straight to my core. Its nights like these that I'll miss when I grow up, move on. I've grown too old already. Missed too much along the way too. Too much lost time that could have been better spent. I can only now spend this time in a way I find worthwhile. So I stand outside freezing, and talking about everything but nothing with friends that I'll miss dearly. Maybe that is the source of my and everyoneSpirit Smoke in Carolina Wind
The Curious Son of NoctemA boy stands alone In the yellow cone Of a lonely streetlightThe Curious Son of Noctem
Patiently he waits Alone he waits Under that old streetlight
He waits to see Such a stranger as she In the dead of night
So strange he thought This life she wrought Watching in the dead of night
For hours a day She goes inside to play Wonder it does incite
At night she leaves By a cab she leaves What wonder it does incite
Oh well he sighs Perhaps she's just shy Thought the child of the night
She I'll never
The Mighty HypocriteIn an ever encroaching shadow, ever diminishing light will you reach out, grab my hand, and save me from myself?The Mighty Hypocrite
You were supposed to be strong, I am the ever weak, now we're the same and your guiding hand is weak.
Now it is I whom must forgo my terror and save my savior, save you from me Me, the ever mighty hypocrite.
give me a ...
Arctica
ParadoxI have heard the silence speak - It's message was very clear. I exist as a paradox - I'm neither there nor here. I cast an illusion, and you cannot see. I simply appear as you wish me to be. As does the prism change with the light, You'll figure me out, but you'll never be right. I seem to be deaf, but I can hear the silence, I appear to be passive, yet I can wreak violence. I morally adhere to no right or no wrong, I'm never weak, but seldom am strong. I am honest, but beware of my lies, I am ignorant, yet very wise. I am a prisoner, yet I fly free, My discord brinParadox
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