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The girl looked down at her filthy beggar-girl feet, trying to see a little flash of light wave at her in the darkness. Her eyes narrowed, announcing negative results, as the ground drew closer to her in a moment. A second – and she finally learnt how to break away and fly like a dove, to the skies of Heaven.Posted By jennysweetie On 02.05.2011 @ 7:46 am
many times i thought i was sleeping wrapped in some kinds of endless dreams. the realms i saw were mundane and dull, just like life has been, it is and it will be. but, for a certain feeling, i felt scared. scared as if lucifer and his fallen brothers were sighing among me, and there were no seraphs to wake me away. the nightmare always ended unfinished, and when i opened my eyes i always felt tired. many times i thought i was sleeping in some kinds of endless dreams.Posted By jennysweetie On 01.13.2011 @ 12:12 am
when i entered the drawing room, my sight suddenly darkened. my heart beat 80 times per second faster and my eyes were sinking in salty springs. a most astonishing view was lying beneath my trembling thoughts and yet, it was true. my little brother was standing by the bookcase, split in two.Posted By jennysweetie On 12.31.2010 @ 5:30 am
when i was a child, i would look through books about Aphrodite and Odin everyday, cut the most beautiful pages and tell my ma i had written them myself. she would only smile and listen, as she would watch Hephaestus shout: “she’s lying” and she’d go back to work. i always thought i fooled her. but, deep inside me, i knew Loki was floating above my head, telling everyone the truth.Posted By jennysweetie On 12.27.2010 @ 9:20 am
Your hands are nothing but an icy eternity Your eyes are fake, forgotten and tired From the life that flies around your entity While you sit down and cry, forever drowned.
You cannot cry, you cannot laugh, you cannot live, Corrupted spirit, don’t you realise You were left alone, and always ill, No medicine can make you revive.
Cheerful souls passing next to you, You’re never observed or forgiven by anyone, You’re just a shadow; and we have done what we could (We say) so you had better go and… die.Posted By jennysweetie On 11.12.2009 @ 10:28 pm
Dare to tie all your memories in a bundle, then throw it away in a swamp in a lake in an endless ocean and leave it sink? and leave it fall?
Dare to rip your recollections apart and never remember them again?
Dare to try to never remember the sunny days of September the rainy days of November the snowy days of December the windy days of death?
Dare to give up everything for his or her love?Posted By jennysweetie On 01.30.2010 @ 4:24 am
Take your pills to die, to survive to catch the bus or lose your way or even feel better today
Take your pills but don’t say nothing you know a word or three will make you rotten maybe one day we’ll find something make you iller, make you smile.
Take your pills and take your poison take your pills dead’s magical potion.
Take your pills rest on my shoulder and wait, and wait, your hands get colderPosted By jennysweetie On 01.23.2010 @ 6:39 am
what terrible word I hear about lives without a scope about lives without a soul that had only survived
the verb “to live” was scary and uncaring, as “to survive” was sad, too practised and so weary, the poor flame that them all hope, belief and wish was almost burnt, damned, rotten, and crying in his mud oh you horrible lovers of what was icy, crud, that crashed ye soul’s desire under the tears and blood that only survive, but cannot live
we know you’re dead insidePosted By jennysweetie On 10.05.2009 @ 11:23 pm
The hunter was on his way, raising his deadly scythe while the rabbit was running, running, running away; the rabbit didn’t see anything but black, the rabbit didn’t hear anything but furious wind; the rabbit couldn’t stop or think, the rabbit could only sense the bloody weapon closer to his neck and he prayed and he feared and he ran
Away from the knife in the middle of the chase.Posted By jennysweetie On 10.05.2009 @ 9:02 am
The blizzard was screaming. Ruthless and furious, he ripped the branches and and blew the leaves, with eyes made of lighting and a sceptre made of fire. Throwing away the rats and the squirrels, he chained them in a suffocating dance, hardly trying not to look angered. He failed.Posted By jennysweetie On 02.11.2010 @ 2:05 am
Your eyes should rather glance at jolly spirits without any souls behind the look your eyes should never stare at my dead limits your eyes just be a trap behind a book.
The pages of your novel are gap and whitened, but I will still be here, and read it all; if you feel sad or tired, maybe frightened just kill the one who never lost control.
Your eyes, they’d never stare at ugly devils as long as they’re mine, just like yourself your mouth is sewn, and your ears are bleeding just close your horror book and put it on my shelf.Posted By jennysweetie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am