WEEK 6 PICTURE CHALLENGE!
 

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it was certainly a light at the end of a tunnel.
what he's always sought and fought for, in this densest of jungle.
an exit from the bubble, the sign relayed to him "Hope"
written in charcoal on a broken board; its safe to let go
left behind his suit and gray tie that was chafing his throat
against the foliage and glowing mist, he made his way home
along the path, he came upon a piece of wood right near
broken from the first sign, it concluded: (hope) "Dies Here"

Your hope dies soon but despair lives and it's beautiful
Sorry I had to follow suit like it's business as usual
A mist emits through the trees, a first draft for you's a breeze
But what you grew to be wont supersede the fact that you too green
That means you will foolishly abide by the law's of Uni's league
Cuz what you're seeing is just a screensaver on your computer screen
And once you reach the clearing you'll wonder if it's better to leave
Seems you'll forever dwell in possibilty, thus never achieve
It's chess can't you see? Or have you not checked like Ender this week?
Plus if this was MMLP this would already be a Slenderman scene (ha)
I like you buds, I hope nature outweighs what you were nurtured to be...
But all your hopes and dreams die tomorrow... Don't worry...

It won't hurt in the least.

See ya soon...

back up the cul-de-sac
come on do your worst
you quit your job again
and your train of thought
If you could do it all again
a little fairy dust
a thousand tiny birds singing
if you must, you must
please let me know
when you've had enough
of the white light
of the dawn chorus
if you could do it all again
you don't know how much
Pronto pronto, mosh mosh
come on, chop chop
if you could do it all again
yeah without a second thought
I don't like leaving
the door shut
i think I missed something
but I'm not sure what
in the middle of the vortex
the wind picked up
shook up the soot
from the chimney pot
into spiral patterns
of you my love
you take a little piece
then you break it off
it's a bloody racket
it's the dawn chorus
if you could do it all again
big deal, so what?
please let me know
when you've had enough
it's the last chance
O.K. Corral
if you could do it all again
this time with style


ty

In 2014, a crumpled up note was found stained with crimson. The blood on the note was later identified to be that of Timothy Branson, a hiker who disappeared a year earlier along the Appalachian Trail. Detectives have done their best to decipher the ramblings and metaphorical nature of the letter but have yet to make any connections. Its contents are always follows;

Nature...I sought you out for my mind's preservation
I traversed the road less taken to find some kind of meditation
But i caught her scent, among the green collage in this forest filled with trees of knowledge
With plenty of recreational space in the branches for serpentines to swing across in
Falsified goddesses hidden in the brush that should be quiet and calmin'
Camoflagued her smell clustered between the pines and the pollen...
I should have felt your beady eyes analyzing my weakest qualities
Only got this close to stick me with your poisonous barb, a second's all you need!
Are you to mount me like a trophy? Blood stained fabrics all you have to show for me
Of ghost stories and cults forming, alls well that ends gory
Vainglorious over your slayings, does it bring you pleasure? Fucking sadist
Another offer for the mass grave, another body to appease Satan with
Thought i sensed a succubus among the woodwork, make sure you put that in your linear notes
But you know how human nature works,
We'll ignore a thousand signs that say "DON'T" for that one sign that says "HOPE"

hurt found me

i lurk at night in sight of twerk in ass to squirt it right
my panties knot not from hope its unneeded in crew life
from when we learnt relate in communication then we preyed
in groups through rain and thunder storms to capture and taste
the scent of young teenagers alone in the open
one would surround with one item the other approach whilst closed in
with another item we would wait raw until we draw their breath
theres nowhere to run and insert one of the objects inside their flesh
we only move when their cum can be masked so no followers
kind of like fight club we stay connected with our rules burrowed in
their reaction is like something borrowed and something new
they shake with the item until they separate all its fluid
we leave them alive because they have no faces but we do run with a risk
of doing it to the same teen but its worth it from their image missed
it comes down to this.. that what you cant take just makes you stronger

I vote for her to open up her shirt and show me her tits from Shameless......


if not... TITS OR GTFO

but I vote for that.....

respect

Nursed contents within can hold that togetherness
that wholeness, soil buoyant as frog skin
Streets are wet from rain and the esprit from several years
Traffic lights. Water splotches in a mirror
A Nokia factory worker with his hand on his handheld
Didn't come to work, wasn't feeling well
Sumatra was hazy at daytime. Grief leaves but nausea stays
Can't speak on what's bleak with Java jaw decay

i lack awareness and depth, my attitudes shit
you couldnt understand me through the power of text
but dont think of me less, cause im lower than that
the wild things live where the forrest is black
and the white is a trap, the light seeks truth
the only bitch inside of me is refracted lights off of you
and thats true, so end this, what do you want from me
go fuck yourself like single dudes in quarantine
anomaly am i, defy to survive
I live in the night where no suns in the sky
prey on the weak, ill stalk on the street
absorb the plasma of your blood through the fangs of my teeth
immortal you say, but cursed is more accurate
imagine if your whole life was lived being ravenous

-NoetiC

i'm used to spewing lies, often in fitted suits and ties
abuse the truth in my office, musin' cooped in the sky
a view as high as all my stacks of dirty money
but so charismatic every jackass on that jury should love me
now criminal law was the branch which i practiced
in & out of court my razor sharp tongue lickin' hatchets
soon surrounded by darkness... this tension is felt
finally came the day i had to play defense for myself
the decision drops soon, will my life end today?
they found some dirt on me, but i still see light in the haze
not out the woods yet, but eye on the prize i'ma keep it
... i just hope they didn't find out where I buried my secrets

@Scar
@Artifice
@NoetiC
@Vulgar
@Candy
@Blue Bayou
@Universe
@Adverse

This is closed send me your vote through pm plz