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the scene seemed serene 
peace placed upon a pedestal
created and cradled, born cruel
kept unkempt, come on
read, reread, whistling reeds turn red
written, unwritten, writhing worms wriggle where they spawn
fields filled with firewheels find their way into their heads
wily, willful, worrisome word wielding warriors rise
plucking the purple, fat, pleased parasites from their eyes
flowers flowing forth from their bones
dirt doesn't dare deny a dwelling
possibility, paralyzing paranoia, unknowns
leaves leap long from trees, seeing the swept sorrow swelling
clouds collect curious to witness
quite quiet considering riots erupting 
dearly desperate, doom dawning, distress
corrosive crying, caressing, corrupting
violence, viciousness, vitality vanishing 
life left lost, beasts beaten and banishing
meaning? missing, morose, morbid, malign
love losing, listening, letting, long over the line
surrounded, shuddered, shut in, sheltered? 
heated, hurried, helter skeltered
passage, passing, passed, past and gone
the scene seemed serene 
awfulness all it means
grave grew over, Grove got gutted by dawn
planted preferred pedals put on
reclaimed, regret, revenge, repeat
nature not mercy, victory or defeat? 
not neglect, nor nastiness, nothing, no light
Grove consumed, cratered, crafty crow flight
scarcely scared, scored and scorched, skeleton now in the night
for forest forgotten, figured fiercely defended, offered no fight
disappeared and cropped up, disinterested cold crops descending cruelly with might
Grove gone, grown over with skyscraper tombstones, a grave overnight. 
the center of the world, the sun has never set upon us
golden greatness to behold, god's glorious dawn is on us
no force could ever dare to wrong us
deadly night falls faster than the devil's claws around us
the streets are ridden hard, they've found us!
wagon wheels roll through the yard, they count us
rats roam the streets, dining every eve on abundant treats
clouds are darkened with a sickly green
survivors ponder what it could mean
survivors don't last long once they're seen
and death does wander, its eyes do glean 
the skyline now a hellscape
no hope and no escape
pestilence persists 
the reaper assists
a helping hand that insists
on taking the dying and condemned
and even the forgotten and the damned
just reach out and take its hand
it'll lead you to a peaceful land
as the firelight dims
fingers locked with fate
they cross the river thames
look into your victim's eyes
the same pair you've victimized
prepare that role to reprise
repair that hole with those lies
oh don't be so dramatic
stop trying to be operatic
enough theatrics
I'm suffocating without your voice 
suffering being the wrong choice
I'm choking on all the words I never said
hoping I could see another color other than red
it was too big a dream
just a dream...
because I'm sickened with this anger
encroaching upon danger
things can't get much stranger
no, things can't get much stranger...
I'm bleeding out without your gaze
no bandage can hold me in
I won't die, neither will the days
of pain and pride and repeat again
I'm burning alive without your attention
boiling in my seat
I cannot survive this depression
or this terrible heat!
let me go back and fix my first impression
patch the holes in the past with good intentions
part ways and wish us well,
for I'll be another brick paving the road to hell
this rage is making me sick, no saving me from this now
if anyone cared, if anyone could, that would only leave them wondering how
I struggle to keep on my feet day by day by day
I force myself outside so as not to retreat away, away, away
it's not so bad, it doesn't matter, it'll get better, or so they say
I focus on the time to come when I get my pay, my pay, my pay
something for all the trouble, all the trauma, all the awful misery
and the wait does nothing but assure me
that you can have love, money, respect, and friends
but when things come to an end
you can have power, security, hope, and faith
but you are never safe. 
I could write a lifetime's worth of work 
pour into it all my pain and hurt
from suffering to joy
I could write a sentence that tells all 
from the top of the rise 
to the bottom of the fall
there's not much to tell
truth be told
I've remained where I fell
and it's getting old.
I could count the days 
since it all collapsed and caught fire
but why dwell on those horrors?
I'd rather grit my teeth through heartbreak
than face that nightmare
again and again moreover,
would you rather go back and not forsake
at the cost of all you've learned and how far you've come?
would you fix the past if given the chance?
not that it's broken, but that it can be perfected
I could slip into a stupor and be numb
perform that self-deceitful dance
but the life that would be neglected
that would cross the line
for the ease of just existing
stress free, unaware, missing
that's no life of mine
I don't count the days
I remember the years
could have died so many different ways
stood up to so many different fears
could have done it all right if I only knew how
and that still wouldn't help with knowing what to do next right now
I have written a lifetime's worth of work
it's gotten me nowhere in the moment
but helped me reach the future
this... thing that I resent
inflexible, unforgiving, like a brain puncture
pouring forth my thoughts into digital words and ink
ironically all so that I can think
and when my head is empty, and there's nothing left to keep
that is when I can finally rest and get some valued sleep
my eyes may be heavy with the burdens of the brow
but there is little more I can say to alleviate them now.
The bulb is off, no more light
the sheets are soft, tucked in tight
the eyes are closed, no more insight
the fists are open, all out of fight
it's time to go and say goodnight.
Come time for that snake to shed its pride
When my love leaves me I know I'll never be satisfied
Sit there high up on the pedestal where dread resides
I'll be sitting next to this old snake a-feeling dead inside
All this petty misery will not be cast aside
The fangs grow dull and useless where they're denied
They'll bite you just as hard as you have lied
Better men than me have always tried
But nobody worse can say they haven't died
To boldly state and coldly hate their bride
In the spotlight there is nowhere to hide
No mortal can change the tide
I'll hover over you like the darkest cloud on the sunny side
On the sunny side
On the sunny side.
Life ain't always better where there's greener grass
Sometimes you just can't forget your looming past
All the sadness follows you that you've amassed
Look over yonder where the origin of that shadow's cast
Make it a good gander it'll be your last
Because rain will pour down hard and cold from the sky
And that lush lawn it touches will freeze and die
The snake will slither along with no nevermind
Fate doesn't exist though life is anything but kind
And in this frozen world there'll be spots where fell the tears I cried
But I'll be laughing at all that as I walk away on the sunny side
On the sunny side.
the scene seemed serene 
peace placed upon a pedestal
created and cradled, born cruel
kept unkempt, come on
read, reread, whistling reeds turn red
written, unwritten, writhing worms wriggle where they spawn
fields filled with firewheels find their way into their heads
wily, willful, worrisome word wielding warriors rise
plucking the purple, fat, pleased parasites from their eyes
flowers flowing forth from their bones
dirt doesn't dare deny a dwelling
possibility, paralyzing paranoia, unknowns
leaves leap long from trees, seeing the swept sorrow swelling
clouds collect curious to witness
quite quiet considering riots erupting 
dearly desperate, doom dawning, distress
corrosive crying, caressing, corrupting
violence, viciousness, vitality vanishing 
life left lost, beasts beaten and banishing
meaning? missing, morose, morbid, malign
love losing, listening, letting, long over the line
surrounded, shuddered, shut in, sheltered? 
heated, hurried, helter skeltered
passage, passing, passed, past and gone
the scene seemed serene 
awfulness all it means
grave grew over, Grove got gutted by dawn
planted preferred pedals put on
reclaimed, regret, revenge, repeat
nature not mercy, victory or defeat? 
not neglect, nor nastiness, nothing, no light
Grove consumed, cratered, crafty crow flight
scarcely scared, scored and scorched, skeleton now in the night
for forest forgotten, figured fiercely defended, offered no fight
disappeared and cropped up, disinterested cold crops descending cruelly with might
Grove gone, grown over with skyscraper tombstones, a grave overnight. 

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Tom Burgess
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Hey a new bio. I'm Tom, I write. Not much else to it, just know I only deal in fiction even if inspired by history/real people/places/events. Uh I wrote a book once. Well twice, but the second one is much better. So yeah here's a link to that. www.amazon.com/The-Legacy-John…
All plugging aside I like to talk to people and stuff so feel free to drop me a note just know I am not always available through this site.
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That-Adorable-Cat Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2016
((ah hello tom! I hope you remember me! It's pikminz from FunnyJunk. I know it's been an extremely long time since we've last talked, but I hope things have been alright.))
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Evilhappy Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Yes it has. I do remember you, even though I don't talk to everyone I watch here I'm usually keeping up. I hope things have been alright for you too, I know how busy you've been. So what's up?
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That-Adorable-Cat Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2016
((Ah yeah, same, some stuff has been busy. But I'm handling it! Currently I'm working on my major as a Psychologist! But other than that, my classes are good and fine! Other than that, I've been balancing out here and Google Plus! Then other than that, nothing much hngg. What about you, man?))
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Evilhappy Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Just taking it a day at a time for the most part. Balancing where you choose to spend time can be tricky, especially when there's different groups of friends/acquaintances associated with different areas. I have recently come into some sudden free time so that's something. Anyway good luck finding somewhere you're comfortable and people you enjoy spending time with!
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OmoJeny Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2016

WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the -government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a monday night at 12:00a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other people on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't.

This isn't fake. apparently, if u copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes u will have the best day of ur life tomorrow. u will either get kissed or asked out, if u break this chain u will see a little dead girl in your room tonight. in 53 mins someone will say i love you or I'm sorry

Example 1: Jenny didn’t believe this and deleted it without even reading. the whole thing! A few days. later on the monday night, she was woken up by loud footsteps. and heavy breathing, there was. Clarissa standing there with a huge knif

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Evilhappy Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Bring it on Clarissa. I will fight you.
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OmoJeny Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2016
lets see how you are going to fight when all your guts are out XD
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Evilhappy Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I'm a little disappointed in your spam-ghost. I was promised gutlessness and all my organs are still in me. Get with it Clarissa. Also on the off chance that this isn't true and ghosts aren't real, I'd like to offer some constructive criticism. A little girl as a ghost while a scary image isn't very frightening when applied because come on, it's a little kid. I could just tell Clarissa to drop the knife and go to her room like an angry parent or offer her some candy to stop haunting me. Now an older woman as a ghost is a little better in my opinion because she already lived a full life so who knows what she might have learned and now she's a ghost too, like there could be lifetimes of living and undead knowledge on how to screw with people in that scenario. Finally I'd like to suggest a different weapon that gives Clarissa a little backstory, like she could have just grabbed a knife out of the kitchen. I don't know what weapon a little girl uses to kill people, but it's not my idea to put chain spam in random places on the internet either. Anyway I hope what I have written here helps you, or inspires you to try and do better. Thank you for your time. 
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Thelunarwriter Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thank you so much for the watch :D
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That-Adorable-Cat Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2013

Happy

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Birthday!

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