Sunday 3 July 2016

Short Scribble 15

Longing for a breath of fresh air, he lifted his helmet's shield, and a dose of carbon monoxide rich air filled his lungs.
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Short Scribble 32

If there's a God, why does he enjoy placing a like in my soul and watching it play out

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    Lies my camera, Lie her lips, Lies the crowd, And all my friends, Lies she, the woman I know, Better than she knows herself, I know...
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    Er fängt seine Zeilen groß an, Und zieht ein Komma am Ende, Er versucht einige Wörter zu reimen, Und er nennt das ein Poem
  • Short Scribble 28
    When the intensity of emotion tears through the sheath of facial pretense.. that's when tears aren't salty.