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Creative Writing PoemHe's of the mind he's got the time he'll wait in line he is the kindCreative Writing Poem
not to throw away stow away take away until the day
he finds
broken glass a strangers sass it kicks his ass it's goin' to fast
wheres his girl? fuck the world! whats with the guns with the flags unfurled?
whats that sound he hits the ground taxes come he can go another round
puts up his chin he can win the world'l spin he'll give a grin
makin' way a place to stay! it'
by ~DrachAnen
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The moon shifted, shimmering slightly behind clouds so dense that the sky was a wall and the ground was indecipherable from the horizon. A decision had been made. A rock fell down a hill, cracking and crashing and causing such commotion as to wake the countryside as it went. The rock was of singular purpose, it's direction was down and it's determination was that of a falling boulder. At last the ground could no more give and became water. However water was different then air or ground, it gave, yet resisted, could not be crushed yet held no shape.
by ~DrachAnen
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| 22 year old male art/design student in Maine. I hope one day to be a concept artist/3d modeler/game designer/writer/journalist/planet. With my wacky band of friends I solve mysteries and uncover plots to buy land for cheap through fake hauntings. I want most of all to be able to draw. |
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