The Sun RiseI feel the sand between my toes I smell the scent of the sea I feel it's wind biting at my body And the sun sets...The Sun Rise
The Worlds Artist paints the sky In bright orange and purple hues With a beautous shimmering reflection Cast in the worlds natural mirror.
With this final image I am left to ponder My past, the present, and the future. The oranges and purples fade To be taken by darker blues and moon.
The sun will rise. The sand will settle. The smell of the sea will never fade As well as the wind.
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Ah, this is how I die...“Jack! You have to leave, now!” Mina shouted into the Comm. Link, pounding on the control board in frustration. He had to escape, he was Jack, he had to escape. A few gunshots responded to her over the video feed. The light from the muzzle showed Jack’s face, his teeth gritting together as he fired into the darkness. The video never once showed one of the Chromatics, but everyone in the control room knew that he was fighting monsters. Finally, five shots later, all that one could hear over the Link was Jack’s heavy breathing, followed by a clip hitting the hard metal deck and another one of its cousins being loAh, this is how I die...
Dreams of Pink Rubber BandsI was in seventh grade when I first saw you. I thought you were a nerd, one of those pudgy boys that plays video games all weekend. Your hair stood straight up from massive amounts of gel like grass, I thought quietly to myself at the lunch table.Dreams of Pink Rubber Bands
The next time I saw you was in eighth grade. You came over to play paintball with my brother in the backyard; you wore all camouflage. I still thought you were a nerd, and refused to come out of my room to speak to you in order to uphold my reputation. I watched you from my window and decided I liked your braces held together by pink rubber bands.
In high school, you were
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