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Wake me up
I open my eyes to a world full of ravishing beauty, of starlight, of moonlight, a stillness in the trees.
I wonder how I got here, I wonder what happened, how does one arise to a world so imagined.
I glance to my right to behold a resplendent lake, seemingly endless, but somehow so fake.
There is a presence in this land, I am sure, someone or something dropped me off, at this land so pure.
The feeling of beauty warps into malice, to some extent. The trees turn to look at me, with malevolent intent.
This land has turned evil, it desires my soul, the previously sublime lake opens it's mouth, as if to swallow me whole.
What ever this place is, it is unquestionably hell-bound. Darkness converges on me, never making a sound.
I seek protection from the light in the sky, the full-moon. My life, everything I am, will be nothing soon.
Clouds cover my view plunging me into the dark. I think to myself oh **** exclamation mark.
This is not real, this is not fair. Please just this once, god, save me from this nightmare.
Enjoyed the read. As for
Enjoyed the read.
As for your riddle I would say:
Emotion.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
That works... But it's time.
That works... But it's time. :)
Oh! Yes...it is! I enjoyed
Oh! Yes...it is! I enjoyed the wondering. Went through many things in my mind. Liked the riddle more than poem! :-D Thanks. ♥
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Time Flies?
Time, naw, that can't be it . It's PIES, you measure the ingredients and like Soupy Sales, they fly in the face and you never "miss" tee hee hee -~allets~
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