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A Land Beyond Our WorldWaking up,breathing hard,Jason tried to remember what he had been doing before passing out. Recollecting his thoughts,a picture of a girl his own age flashed into his mind.This girl,he remember,was with him before this whole disaster came about.She gave off a healthy glow,but her skin was very delicate.This girl's eyes were very beautiful.They shined many colors when the sun glinted off of them.Next to her a little girl stood.She was the young girl's little sister.They had been fighting for there lives,same as him,to get out of the world they lived in.It was a dark,scary,and evil vile place.Their world was destroying itself, they were the only three left pure and good.
Every second was used fleeing for their lives.People turned against them,mosters rose up out of the ground,and the worst part was the people of the world didn't even realize it until it was to late.The people lost and discontent for the things they didn't have,died and suffered for that world,never thinking that there wa
My soul screams out,
Pushing and pulling,
Ready to get out,
Tired and lonely,
My words drip out slowly,
Can't you here me calling?
The world is spinning around me,
As I'm falling
plunging toward my death,
My soul cries out in agony,
The monsters are getting out,
They're gaining on me,
I break free,
My wings fly me away,
I'm on the battle field,
My sword lashes out,
These tears weren't cried for nothing,
They weren't for the guys and girls of this world,
But for the poeple who sacrificed their hearts for me,
Now it's my turn to get revenge,
Don't look now,
Times up for you to run,
It's your turn to cry,
To feel the agony and pain,
Sorrow devours your soul,
My tears were squeezed from me,
I felt the angiush,
There will be no relief for my enemies,
Time for you to hide,
The monster comes out of you,
It eats your crying soul,
This is what my fragile tears felt like,
This was me...
Bowing Trees Bow Trees
After a shower of cold snow,
The earth is white and glistening,
Even if things seem nice and pretty
there is bitterness in the air,
Every breath of air chills the spine,
It whistles in the branches,
The branches of trees so fine,
But tree with a broken stem,
No mater how strong they are,
Trees with snow can't move,
Their branches limp,their bodies bent,
Pain in their heads,
Snow is a burden to the acking heart,
Although this might be the devil's curse,
The heavens above look apon everyone,
Those who are hurt get mended,
Even the majestic trees bowing,
Once the snow has cleared,
And the devil disappears,
The trees are still bowing,
They praise and give glory to the Heavens!
You can see these trees,
Bowing on their knees,
For their a symbol,
That even the strongest thing can't be mighty
without God's power raising them up!
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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