Such Great HeightsAbsurd reallySuch Great Heights by ~ArrancarSemiazas
Me getting angry
T'is the nature of the beast
Nature of life
A festival of new beginnings
Leave that old baggage at the door
She's gotta make new exciting baggage
Not her fault at all
Why should there be fault?
A mystery
This jealousy, making snakes of seas
Is pointless and crude
Some dude named Jack or John
He can carry on
And who is this John or Jack?
Again, a mystery
The war'll be over by Christmas
With the future built from the rubble
She's happy
A simple truth
And I, like a belltower hunchback, try a kidnap
But all in dreams, mind
Solidarity from my demons
I need to push back Legion's whispers
I want
SeedlingBeneath the grass a bauble lies;Seedling by ~ArrancarSemiazas
Long life without limits within.
Fragile firebrand, you hold no sin
Nor barricades of azure sky
What was once new decays, decending
Beside setting sun and spinning spheres.
Each turn she reaches further, through all fear
No trips or traps stop her ascending.
From birth we look upward at the clouds
Erupting as oaks, in slow;
She stands lone, surrounded by the forest,
Eyes fixated, yearning to grow.
When the red summer sun burns high
Young girl, reflect on what has been.
The real end is the beginning.
Reach ever further, beyond the trees
Until the time your soul is free.
WordsI really don't feel like writing.Words by ~ArrancarSemiazas
I'm a perfectionist. I've deleted and rewritten this one sentence multiple times.
Pointless as I'm going for a free flowing thought process type of thing
I've never just sat and written without thought, planning or any sort of goal
That's a lie, or just an exaggeration, which is a sort of lie. We've all done something similar once or twice, I mean, c'mon. How many times have we sat down, staring into white abyss, pen raised and just scrawled something that sounds good? It snowballs though, doesn't it, rolling on from there.
That's inspiration. You can't just summon it. It spreads out from a single bulb
Cold Bones: A BeginningThe headset crashed forcefully against the floor.Cold Bones: A Beginning by ~ArrancarSemiazas
It was the third one this week.
Agent Vice was getting less and less pleased. The sweating man dragged and twisted the tie that choked at his throat, creasing the skin above his nose in frustration. Agent Vice had bolted to his feet mere seconds before he threw down his communications equipment. After his head and the roof of the van traded details, amid swearing, the mustachioed agent resigned himself to stooping. Buzzing and static broke out into muffled speech and he snathed the secondary communications line transmitter up to his red face.
"Are you there, Pickled Toes?"
Agent Vice had t
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