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Ghost town20 years far from this cityGhost town by katsumoto82
And I am as a foreigner
The city changed
The hotel has closed
Houses are abandoned
Find a remembrance is a waste of time
The past completely disappeared
The modernity destroyed my childhood memories
CalibanCaliban by Scarlettletters
They say this place
is the brothel
of my thoughts -
dirty gods and vacant wombs,
left at the top of these stairs,
but forgotten when the world skips a beat
and light crawls its way
to the bottom.
I watch what moves
from the window -
that brave new world -
and know I am piecemeal,
unmade and too rough to the touch,
my kiss an unborn thing.
I sucked from my mother's teat
sour as summer nettles
to be my wormwood,
bereft of fine manners
or a back to hang them on.
But all is not as it seems.
I only play the monster
when the crowd demands blood,
for my back breaks
like any other man,
my visage worthy of grace;
and I can feel my thoughts soar
the deft sparks of spring
longing to be uncaged
when beauty comes unbidden
and my sullen hide
shall turn like the worms in June
into something glorious.
alice nine fanfic Shadowplay part 7alice nine fanfic Shadowplay part 7 by vampirekiki
Warning: yaoi=guy loves another guy, don’t like don’t read
Gentle breeze blew across the hills, carrying with them the fallen leaves and the remaining scent of summer. Autumn was approaching as the wind danced across the hilltops. The air was damp and cool around him, but unlike the others, he could not sense heat, nor was he able to feel the sensation of coldness. Everywhere he went, the path before him always remained empty, like it always did. The soft rustle of leaves above head was the only sound to be heard along the narrow paths through the quiet woods.
Under the shadows of the tall trees, the woodland was dim and covered by shadows despite the setting sun. The tangling branches and the many layers of leaves that seemed to cover the entire sky had kept most of the daylight out, which was fine with him. He could see things even amongst the dimness, and the hours of twilight had always suited him more than the blinding sunlight in the middle of the day
The Little GirlThe Little Girl by MonochromeReflection
I took the last drag of my cigarette and dropped the end on the damp asphalt path. The midnight rain cooled the late summer air, creating a fine mist that crawled along the park grounds. I felt as though I was the only living soul wandering about. The street beside the path beyond the wrought iron gate was quiet – unsettlingly so for the city. No lights shone from the windows of apartments, nor was there life in the storefronts readying for the day. I didn’t see or hear any signs of vehicles. Not even the chirp of crickets broke the silence. My only company was the blue glow of the Gothic street lamps lighting my way.
No, that wasn’t true. Insomnia was also with me. My lifelong friend was the reason I ventured out at this time of night, hoping the aimless wandering would make me weary enough to return home to my waiting bed. I had been gone for an hour already, but the viper of sleeplessness kept the embrace of rest at bay. I was beginning to believe that tonight, lik
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