Awesome-R-Us

Running, heart pounding, Wingtips splashing in the muddy gravel, Away from the service on a stormy day, after one last embrace with the closed casket. Not metaphoric to any disposition that swims through our oceans; just a girl in a casket. Graced by Heaven, a living sky; and she wasn't mine per say, nor another's, But as I entered those doors, I was graced with the impact of a hundred pairs of invisible arms, Sending chills down my spine. And each angel cried. Because she wasn't a metaphor, she was real. Running, searching for a taste as sweet as her, But nothing is as sweet as her, she's gone.

My parents came home one evening with a Gamecube disc that had "Luigi's Mansion Test 1" in plasma green Sharpie on it. The color seemed fitting for a ghost hunting game. "Don't burn." My mother said. I could tell the game was a prototype; my parents always brought them home for their work. This one was different. I noticed a small sticker that had one word on it "Burn". It was ancient too.  I decided to pop it in my Gamecube and play it. I pressed the power button to see nothing out of the usual, just the cube rolling around to make the signature "G". The title screen seemed normal from my copy of Luigi's mansion. I decided to go ahead with

One night, my brother and I decided to run away from our abusive parents. They would whip us until we bleed, starve us until we were dust, and worst of all work us like slaves. We left with nothing more than a loaf of bread. Hansel and I ate it like savage beasts. The moon was shining at its fullest when we approached an entire house made of candy. We gazed in awe as we saw the mote of chocolate flowing underneath the candy cane bridge to that gingerbread house decorated with fluffy frosting and gum drops. We didn't know what to do first, dive in the chocolate mote or devour the house. I couldn't help but wonder who made the house here and wh

Oh how I was captivated by your deep silhouette against mine, Under the influence of which we wrote our names in pavement plus forever, A kind of innocence I couldn't resist, your hooded figure swallowed mine, I leaned into your shoulder and repressed my shuttering wings, As you dealt your oxygen for smoke against the abandoned building, Planting seeds of your fading life in the ground against my desire, Each time felt like the last time, I'll always remember that lost smile, And I'll bury those memories six feet under, the demons awaiting their arrival.