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LethargicAn unknown force much
Stronger than I can fanthom
Wraps around me like
A dense blanket; draining what's
Left of my motivation.
Not Too HappyThe crash of thunder
Cracks like the snap of a whip,
Ghostly lights leaves so
Many ripples on my skin;
Thor, please can you calm thy tits?
Blurred PicturesI'm sailing along
The river of life; visions
Of my sordid past
Combines with my future joys
In a terrifying mesh.
Approaching DisasterThe brownish black wolf perched on top of a rock boulder, head raised up in silent concentration as he begin to assess the atmosphere with his heightened sense of smell.
He caught a whiff of something in the air, a musky scent he had never come across in his life up until now. Whatever it was, he could tell something was definitely wrong, especially when a flock of birds stormed the skies, panicky flying in the opposite direction where deep, booming noises sounded.
This could only mean one thing - danger was now advancing and he must warn his family.
Lovesick PuppyI cast my gaze onto Liam and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes to the bland ceiling.
Once again my best friend was peering outside the classroom’s window with a wide goofy grin etched on his face. I didn’t have to follow his direction to know what exactly put him in this dream-like mood.
It was none other than Natasha. Liam had a crush on her for around six months now – only problem is she didn’t know he existed since they never really mixed in the same social circle. Because of this, he hadn’t asked her out yet.
Locked GazesIf I keep my chin
Up, will I see a deep red
Pool of passion in
Your eyes when I ever so
Slowly rock against your hips?
What Do You Fight For?The two soldiers circled around each other warily like ravenous lions, each carefully assessing the other’s body language for any signs of sudden movements. Just one strike – that’s all it will take for the actual fight to begin. And this time, Locus will not fail in the one task his boss assigned him with.
The mercenary tightened his grip on his rifle while Tucker switched on his Energy sword, the blade flickering to life in all its blue glory.
“You have no loyalties to Chorus,” Locus growled. “Why do you fight for the New Republic?”
“Because they’re my friends, asshole.”
Caught On CameraAs Louisiana neared Arizona’s room, Rhode Island’s Irish accent echoed in his mind:
Don’t forget to pick up four or five more condoms, you hear? I’ll be needing them for a prank I have in mind for Wyoming!
It wasn’t that Louisiana minded doing this for the mischievous Agent – he found his antics to be rather hilarious in some ways. However the possibility of getting caught in raiding Arizona’s condom stash could come true at any given chance.
“Ah, what the hell?” he casually said, bypassing the security pass on Arizona’s door, unaware of a hidden camera recording his movements.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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