

Tell TaleSome special day has Come and gone And since that day Time's gone on longTell Tale
She was shy And rather young But in that moment She had won
They held each other close And were swept away In that moment They wished to stay
From this point on Infatuation grew She felt the love And He did too
There was once a day They indulged in lust But that day has left Carried away in the gust
There story ends Not in this spot But in later days Where they're left to rot
Oh, things


Dreaming of YouA simple fix is his wish. The sweet, soothing melody coursing through his veins. She denies him all denies his existence, even Curses and flashes her screaming consumes him. What the hell is she even doing here? This is his domain, not hers. Tears of agony trail his cheek as he reverts to a fetal position on the ground. Hes bleeding out his pupils. Her leg draws back to slam into his jaw. Strength retreats his body and yet he has risen. A lull cycles through his mind: &nbDreaming of You


Only A MomentTick. I wonder why it never worked. I wonder why the sky's still blue. I wonder what she would have been like. And though I can't escape this... I wonder what I might've done I wonder if they ever knew I wonder what the future would be like Had this day not have to come. Tick. What if I never walked away? What would happen had I left? What might be the reason for this madness So overwhelmingly occurring? What if I had chosen to hate Rather than if I chose to love? Why did I choose to ignore What would soon be the cause of Boom.Only A Moment


Damnation of ComputersMiles of wire separate consoles with cold innards electrified by something larger. They lack the feeling, compassion; Yet they're connected through relayed message instantly. Their screens are apathetic, yet they're connected. Icy wires traverse to bring one world unto another. Clashing, Computations that never cease. This war is one of connection. A war with understanding Unaccessed at day's end, the consoles stand in time alone, unplugged, unconnected, Yet still functional and awarDamnation of Computers
Devious Comments
I don't expect anyone to read all of it!!
Thank you for the prospect of that idea though
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"Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results."
But this account is!
Thank you
the works are in numerical order. Progressing from newest to oldest; the oldest being number one and continuing from there.
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