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Skull Donkey: Czaszkowy Osiol   Policjant samotnie przeszukiwał miejsce zbrodni, dosyć zadbaną farmę blisko miasta. Jedyne, co udało się znaleźć policji, to szczątki rolnika, którego zamordowano najprawdopodobniej tępym, ciężkim narzędziem i notatnik, prowadzony przez ów ofiarę. Mundurowy podniósł zeszyt z dębowego biurka, otworzył go i zaczął czytać.

12.05.2013
  Nadal nie wierzę w to, co zobaczyłem. Moja farma znajduje się blisko bagien, przez co często pojawia się tutaj mgła, zwłaszcza o świcie. Tego dnia ja
Death Is SilentIn silence, I lay there
In darkness, I was dying without hope
I feel forsaken and forgotten
My consciences left me and gone, he was
No one knows my gift and no one knows my existence
For I remained there, alone, in silence

My thoughts are screaming, but no one sees it
My eyes are full of psychotic anger, is all they see
Depression drowns me, Rage burns me
I feel it every day, but no one comes to my aid

This silence, this dead silence
Kills me at a slow pace
I can sense Death around me
And darkness covers the soul within me
Fuck meYou took too much pleasure in rejecting me
Had you stuck around and enabled my fantasies,
Had you had some semblance of faith in me,
You would have understood it's only a matter of time

The love I find will be eternal
She will understand my worth
Her perspective will allow her
Insight the others will wish they had

She will know if there was a wait
I was worth it
She will know at my worst
I was better than anyone else

My family will wish they were kind
My acquaintances will wish they were my friends
My crushes will wish they were my lovers

When it happens and I am stable and alone
When everyone in my life is, to me, what I chose
Inside    My mother always told me, as I’m sure yours at some point did, that videogames are both useless and worthless. Throughout the years I’ve come to know all possible things a mother could say to her child about videogames: that they make you violent, that they empty your brain, and the eventual claim that it is the Devil’s work. I don’t know about you, but I’ve heard comment and phrase that seeks to criticize videogames; I have heard everything from everyone but listened to no one; if no one but me could understand my fixation for videogames it was their problem, not mine. Although, as it is normal on most mothers, mine didn’t want me to be happy. She didn’t hesitate when it came to forbid me playing; she used to switch the lights off, didn’t pay the internet bill for over six months (I took advantage of her need of internet for work purposes so she would pay it again), refused to give me any money, any at all, not even for tra
-the coming sleep-A million words buzz in my head.

What I could have spoken, left unsaid.

I put my head down just to rest.

Emotions rise from off my chest.

I press it all out from my eyes.

I look out to the open sky.

The only thing left is to think.

My body bends, my body sinks.

-To fall asleep, my final chore.

Let comfort melt me to the core.

Now just before I fall asleep.

My mind must wonder off to think.

So now I contemplate the day.

Express my thoughts a different way.

Like a single car lost to the street.

The thumping sound of my heart beats.

-This is where it loses fun.

The feel of something left undone.

This is what it always does.

I
RemedyJump out of the cosmic puddle
Into another lake of stolen desire and rotting dreams

It may smell like flowers and all things pink
But the death permeates the shading and notes

Jump out of the sweetened mind
Into another thought of stolen desire and rotting dreams

It will smell like candy and butterflies
But the hate permeates the wings and the tongues
Insane red riding hood ch 2 Insane red riding hood ch 2

Red was in the woods trying her best to remember the way she went years ago. after a while she was stopped by a wolf but no casual wolf, it had yellow eyes that stares into your soul, and his teeth were more like bloody knives than a wolves teeth. He then spoke in a deep , deep voice "Red,...." he said with an evil grin with such devilishness it hurt like hell. " I know you well wolf and I declare a battle with no tricks, help, or jokes just us and one weapon." red said with such wrath and bravery it almost felt like a dream. " Red I.ve already won." the wolf said with a glare of hate yet it wasn't in his words it
new creepypasta story 'isolated'after a long  time of looking a family thought they finally found

and new home to settle down in and start a new life. jesse has already been having a hard time

in school and family issues. So it was already hard Enough for him to move away for his old home but his mother

thought that this would be a good thing for her son to move into a nice new house.

and after a week they finish moving in.

and on the first night at their new home. Jesse's mother was making dinner. jesse had a strange feeling

about this new home. jesse looked around his room and he say 'eh this will take me awhile' and he when't back to reading

his mother then comes
5 days5 days since they put me away.
5 days they took me here to stay
5 days before I finally tell.
5 days inside a living hell.
5 days I swallowed all these pills.
5 days I put up with my ills.
5 days too long for me, you see.
5 days berfore they let me be.
5 days until I lost my mind
5 days since they'd respond in kind.
5 days it feels awfully long.
5 days since I did something wrong.
5 days its been awfully quiet.
5 days before the worlds last riot.
5 days i have been all alone
5 days of behavior they don't condone.
5 days I wait, but they don't show.
5 days to wonder and not know.
5 days I have to waste  away.
5 days confined and here to lay.
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The bright colors of MadnessIt's  impossible to understand life.
Hard work and seemingly complicated.
A rebus indecipherable, mysterious.
Death, but it's a warm feeling that it dissolves.
An eternal farewell ..
Deep down in the soul.
A fragile parentheses.
A painful, but simple way trip.
Eyes .. glassy eyes and absent, devoid of life.

Beyond ... in the world of imminent Nothing,
We will surely find something that belonged to us.
In an unspecified location,
Where the mechanisms of our earthly life, precious life,
They will be more honest and straightforward.
Meanwhile, wasting your life.
You'll have plenty of time to fix it.
Or maybe not.
Meanwhile, you

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Silent screams

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Crossing the threshold of this multiform planet.
What I see?
What I see between the dust and fog?
figures ethereal,
shapes that you draw in darkness,
faces that you carve into the air..
Am I perhaps to hell?
Continuing my journey...
Between arid scrubs and old trees find my bed.
Screams wildly wind.
And behold the old leaves that perform
In a real dance of death.
I rest house waiting for someone to save me
From this immense, eternal solitude.
Let me walk barefoot among the maze of your mind
and absorb the deep heat.
Fall to pieces sooner or later this fears,
that I have painted him..
on my gestures.. on my hands..
Everything I have is my soul that will be able to rebound me..
Scratching each resistance.
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this poem is dedicated to those seeking the true meaning of life.
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~MyopicMephitic Jun 7, 2011
seems like one of my manips... XDXD =P
Love the environment you paint, dear. Is a wonder.
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Mood: Love !S3PTIC Mar 19, 2009
Your poems are crazy!
This is fucking awesome!
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Mood: Affection ~Iamaliel Mar 19, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
thanks, my dear.. from you, it's an honor..
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~CalmtheFoxxdown Mar 18, 2009
whoa thats deep
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Mood: Dead ~Iamaliel Mar 18, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
thanks, man!
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