Sta.sh
First day.. not much to say.
I think I might put on a twisted version of The Tortoise and the Hare I wrote. Later.. not now.
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The Tortoise and the Hare One simple question “who is better?”The Tortoise and the Hare by ~indigo-sonance
Once upon a time in a land somewhere near… … The Hare and the Tortoise waited on a line. Blood boomed through their skulls anticipating the beginning of the deadly test. Troubledly tugging his torn ear the hare closed his un-energetic eyes. Beside him the tortoise grunted and grated his teeth. Frog stumbled and staggered drunkenly ahead. “ T’all ‘ear da race ‘ill be gin t’en I drop dis cloth. The tortoise eyed him impatiently intentionally a
Inner Voice Ever struggle with the words inside?Inner Voice by ~indigo-sonance
The words that you can’t describe.
The thoughts and feelings you don’t understand
The disappearance of ethics and lack of future plans.
The bare practicality that you are unable to voice
The inner decisions that really aren’t a choice
Your silent rebellion against everything alive
Your unknown goals which you do strive
Are these the words you can’t describe?
Are these your struggles from inside?
What no one else will understand
Words that make you able to stand.
First sonnet Will the wind follow the road I'm on?First sonnet by ~indigo-sonance
Or will I be left in stagnant air
Can I make this pathway that is so long?
Or will I die from lack of care
Will this winding road come to an end
Is it even achievable to make it there?
Or will the distance just extend
Is it even possible to not fall with despair?
Will the finale be beyond this mountain
Or will I have to cross many more?
Will I drink from this journey's fountain
And with my gained knowledge where will I soar?
My line of foot steps abruptly stops.
Did I make it past the mountain tops?
FROG by *sergey1984A Death in Literature He didn’t enjoy killing, or even violence in general; it disgusted him. It was something the world could do without entirely, and he wished more than anything that he could escape it. He knew, however, as we all know, one cannot escape violence in a world that lives for death. He didn’t want, in any part of him, to kill another human being. Of course, that did not mean for even a second, that he wasn’t going to do it.A Death in Literature by ~Blizz-Kid
Purpose; generally, this is accepted as the one thing every human wants and needs. In our society, and our world, no perso
Neutral 
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"So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was the drizzle and she was a hurricane." - John Green, Looking For Alaska
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Hey look, I write sad things. [link]
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"Tell all the Truth but tell it slant"
Emily Dickinson
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"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. "
Henry David Thoreau