Book of Dreams?My soul is tired Today of all days I have read my book And torn its pageBook of Dreams?
The cover is ripped In the hand of a host Ink has long faded And content is lost
The spine is straight But the gold has gone An indent remains Of a title from lore
I read out its wisdom To a deaf crowd Do the phrases do justice Or am I just proud
The writer writes And the sleep is slight The dreamer dreams Of the wakeful man’s plight
Am I even speaking these words?
Or just imagining them in my
Prologue In the beginning, [it depends if you look at it that way], there was a time and a place that in a few more moments would no longer exist. What was so peculiar about this particular time and place was that it was all that was left of what is known and unknown in the universe, which really made it the end.Prologue
It was a chuck of solid rock and ice, an ancient comet whose name had been long forgotten by the people who watched it. The size of small country, it spun relentlessly through space as it was drawn into the end. The end of what you may ask?
The end of everything.
Midlogue Jaak hated life. Not the act of living one’s self but the ideal behind life. To grow up, marry, have children and make the same mistakes his parents did, it wasn’t for him. To fall in love and sit around tables enjoying meals that have taken hours to prepare? No. To do the things you hate because everyone else does or says to? Not Jaak. Never.Midlogue
He hated beauty and the connotations that are associated with it. He hated the way couples held hands and everything it represented. He hated all things precious, dear, cute, warm, fuzzy and happy. He even hated his dead parent
The Boy and the Playground The boy sat on the warm rock and looked across the grassy park before him. He watched the breeze sway the high trees gently, the leaves pulled by the wind as if waving to him. It was the only movement in his selected view so he watched and watched. The empty stretch of grass was too hard for him to gaze upon. He couldn’t quite say why, it just was, and he welcomed the distraction of the wind and it command of the tree's arms.The Boy and the Playground
Not too long ago this field, this battlefield, was a swarm of activity, a land to wage wars. A land to slay monsters.
But no
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"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son (Jesus), that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16
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And that's why I know so much about SNAP!
kah! it was nothin'!!!
and i dont think it was the weather, your probably a poem writing genius.
if you need any help your free to ask me,
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I used to be with it. But then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems scary and wierd. It'll happen to you." - Abe Simpson
Thanks!
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And that's why I know so much about SNAP!
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I used to be with it. But then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems scary and wierd. It'll happen to you." - Abe Simpson
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