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Comic Book HeroWe met in the Summer, I was single and free,
Renewal DemandBurn me alive.Renewal Demand by THFan259
Once more for the forbidden I strive,
May I? - From ashes to rise.
Oh, sweet fantasy -
My golden despise.
Waiting I’ll be for the phoenix myth
For shall it enliven forthwith...
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthoodAdulthood's Hourglass by ZakuFox-Kun
Where direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understood
If your education is the chain that weighs your body down
Then your labor is the shackle that binds your body now
The journey will be rough, but don’t look back
Forgiveness is lost on those who might lack
It’s time you prepare to make a choice
In one you certainly won’t rejoice
Release the dreams you plotted
They’re simply not allotted
In the land you’re to enter
Where work is the only center
This black and white city of misery
A schedule fit so the strong grow weary
A country ruled by the king named Money
Whose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honey
Yes, here in the real world, your life is now controlled
Now, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re told
Until the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel place
Just another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving gra
the polar opposite of translucencycradled in the echothe polar opposite of translucency by introverted-ghost
of a cloudburst,
the earth curls invisible fingers
about my achilles' tendon
she cries that i am not
intended for the clouds,
that my mind must not wander
between their susurrous concaves
furious with her insistence,
untether myself from the soft,
diaphonous comfort of the heavens
down into the weight of gravity.
listless green blades welcome my soles,
stimulating a tickle,
a sneeze; i never have done well
she is calling for me,
soft-tongued and crisp in her
& i am sorely tempted
i am not for the soil.
she becomes my inhale;
my alveoli shudder
beneath her force--
i am not for the air, either.
i stand beneath her onslaught
until she tires,
her molten heart beating beneath my toes;
unable to woo me with her facets,
cloaking me in one last attempt,
a final shadow.
my pores bloom
& i r
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