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[the sound of footsteps]
Many!
I decay in the sun and you -
[the sound of howling]
all dust!
I'm just wind in that dust,
[the sound of bleeding]
the dust in your wind!
Choking!
[the sound of breathing]
I deny!
I ask the sun to take me!
You're just dust!
[the sound of rain]
Dust and water!
And I take you!
Heat take you!
[the sound of explosions]
Choking!
[the sound of ash falling]
I rise from within!
Decay!
[the sound of death]
Many!
I decay in the sun and you -
[the sound of howling]
all dust!
I'm just wind in that dust,
[the sound of bleeding]
the dust in your wind!
Choking!
[the sound of breathing]
I deny!
I ask the sun to take me!
You're just dust!
[the sound of rain]
Dust and water!
And I take you!
Heat take you!
[the sound of explosions]
Choking!
[the sound of ash falling]
I rise from within!
Decay!
[the sound of death]
Literature
How to Be
She fidgeted nervously as she stepped closer to the big door. Her white dress flowed with the light wind and she tucked a few strands of white hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched as she neared the two black guards standing outside the door. She tried to make her breathing even out as she stopped in front of them, looking down at the ground in fear.
“What do you do here, miss?” One of the guards asked and the girl tensed.
“I wish to enter and gain color.” She said, barely holding the trembling away from her voice.
“Then look up at me.” The other guard said and she complied. She stared with wide eyes a
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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The seventh and possibly the last in the Supercontinent Cycle, depending on whether I can be convinced Gondwana and Laurasia count.
NaPoWriMo 2013, day 5.
NaPoWriMo 2013, day 5.
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Of course they count!