MistakeA nights mixed pleasures lost On a sea of an unconscious mind A mighty blow with much avail With a blade through precious timeMistake
My story told on whispers of breath And lost to winds of silence And as we walk this empty path This silence tends to grow
Unable to be seen Past our own blind eyes I hear our end, due approach It’s near and about to show
A thousand tears grace your cheek And vanish on the wind There is no memory of the thought That caused you to cringe
There is no raised hand To the angry wind N
Shout It OutMy lionAdmittedly, I was a rotten child. I liked to spend my time throwing rocks at stray dogs. No one ever bothered to stop me until the old voice in the alley.My lion
“Why are you throwing rocks at puppies?” It was an old man voice, deep and gravelly, so I didn’t stop.
“Because I want to, old man,” I retorted and tried to sound mean. There was no warning before I heard a yelp and felt dirt under my shoulders. I tumbled over and realized the yelp had come from me. I lay on the ground and listened to my heart beat. That old man had pushed me down, and now he would pay. “You asked for it!” I yel
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