poetic-headache

The voices echo, crying repeating themselves... over and over again to no one, nowhere They leave the sharp cliffs - the blades of doom diving into the wild... the wild wind the daring birds of prey Tails and wings hail the air, sliding the shoreline of golden where sands are eternally kissed by the sea foam they shine - stars waiting until dark Multicolour beads fly for the evening to decorate heaven as they did during the day the harsh and hard land the birds of prey, echo still, returning to the sharp cliffs They perch the branches of old pine trees crusted by the salty breeze and a perpetual haze they swing and sing too, a melancholi

      Crash Cola was slumped in the back of the trans am, sleeping. It had been a long watch, and she'd fallen into a doze on the shoulder of her boyfriend, Fun Ghoul. Ghoul, while he nestled her close, was relaxing in the back seats of the car, while Poison and Kobra were up front on duty.       Suddenly though, he wasn't smiling, because Crashy wasn't just napping anymore, she was wriggling around desperately in his arms, trying to get free, and shouting "No, Cuddles, no, you mustn't. Stop it." Ghoul, both concerned, and confused over who Cuddles was, tried to wake her up

i. i met you in fall while i was too busy with the changing leaves and the changing tides to notice the shocking blue of your eyes when i did the sun was as high as we were and the sky azure as they ii. the next season i needed your warmth it wilted with the trees a gap between us filled with silence and cold i fell in sync with the world like dying iii. last year we couldn't touch without breaking my own rules and i dreamt every night of reaching out and closing that gap again and i missed you more than the sun or it's warmth iv. this year i've been too long untouched too much unknown to die with the season or mourn your warmt