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To my friend
She's alway's there when I am sad,
In times of need when things are bad.
She smiles with me when I am glad and
Tempers me when I am mad.
Ever gentle; she
Remains - the best friend I have ever had.
As day follows night
The sun is high upon the sky
A few white clouds hang not so high
My legs in pain will fight the strain
That heavy breathing doth belie.
I ride my bike up many hills
The few declines my only thrills
My mind is working as it does
Even though this really kills.
My plan today to take a ride
Was meant to lift me from my slide
Into the horror of last night
When scared I me with what's inside.
I pedal slowly as I go
Mind revolted, now I know
Shellshocked by the news so grim
I saw it coming, go to woe.
The day is hot, the journey long
I can't but help think that something's wrong
So now I turn and ride away
From where I know I can't belong.
Drops of sweat from my eyelashes
Dropping down with gentle splashes
Softly, softly past my vision
Light my world with sun lit flashes.
Or blind me from my hopeless love
I have no word that rhymes with flashes.
This poem will remain unfinished.
Of Things Going By
Late nights make my mind dull
And my soul sore and my soul sore.
Bowing low my head as I
Listen to my heart cry 'Release
Me from this bitter cage'
I yearn for the love once sought
Once thought was possible.
Never believing the foolishness of
Me then, now, forever.
I free-fall into the night
She spared me the ridicule of
Appointing me a place among her boyfriends.
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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