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A Moment In Time
White snow flakes descend from up above
I extend my hand as the cold white crystals land on my skin
They seem to chime like pixies in the winter night
I sigh as the waterfall like mist fills my lungs
And as the cool snow blankets me I finally feel serene
Sound Poem List
The Sound Poem List
Sound: 1.Laughing 2. Siren 3. Chimes
Taste: 1. Hot/Spicy 2. Bitter 3. Sugary
Touch: 1. Hard 2. Sharpness 3. Soft
Sight: 1. Red 2. Orange 3. White crystals
Hearing: 1. Loud 2. Over powering 3. Chimes
Smell: 1. Tart 2. Sickness 3. Mist
Emotion: 1. Boarder line hysterical 2. Urgency 3. Serenity
The List Of 12
THE LIST OF 12
Electric razor: knick, cut, sharp glide, close shave, later, hair.
Fish Scales: Slimy, wet, rough, slick, round, smooth.
Split Pea Soup: hot, steamy, green, vegetable, yummy, smoothly goes down.
Crystal: Clear, brilliant, sparkles, prism, rainbow light, cut at angles, eye pleasing.
Gong: hammer, bold sounding, Asian, danger, emergency, beginning something, clock.
Kissing: Passionate, sweet, love, happiness, lips, bliss.
Sand Paper: rough, gritty, smoothes things, harsh, unforgiving, hurts skin, and tough.
Cracking Knuckles: Slightly irritating, Stop it, Stretching, Arthritis, could die.
The Smell of Gasoline: Strong, overwhelming, vaporous, bad, stench.
Cut with a knife:Slice, blood, skin, pain, sharp, sting, band-aid.
Saran Wrap: clean, clear, package, food, and gloves.
The Smell of a Book: Musty, ink, leather, paper, dust, sweet, odorous.
ORIGIN: Rhythm's Story Ch. 10
Balance...Balance...Rhythm thought to herself as she was carrying the many bags of groceries on foot back to Skull Fortress. She was not only holding bags on top of bags...But bags on top of bags on her head as well. It was really a comical sight to see such a small girl holding onto bags that seemed to tower over her in such a manner. As Rhythm continues to walk towards her destination she can't help but let her mind wander off into the distance.
"Awww...C'mon, Blues-kun! Why do you always have to run off all-of-a-sudden? Don't you like being with us? Why are you always pushing us away?" Roll asked him trying not to sound as upset as she obviously was. It's not like this was a new issue with him...After all, he had been like this before even she was around. It was just something she couldn't just keep inside of her thoughts anymore...So she decided to keep decided to break the deafening awkward silence that had envelo
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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