WRITE WEEK #3

Strikta · 10-30-2013, 08:24 PM

I'm seeing destitution, no revolution, my resolution lies in lower pressure
These hands of mine, in sands of time, have dried to stone & festered
It's continental, consequential, deposits of rocks.. not so monumental
Just building blocks & a plot leading up to when I stop the solemn venture
I admit, when I'm hot I'm hot.. but when I'm not, I'm cold as can be
Our sun drops, alone in my dreams.. the bipolar omen froze in the breeze
The next day's scolding me, & w/ no shade of life I'm hoping for trees
Or other roads out. Peyote growing so openly, coping, just floating to glee
See.. endlessly it's pain, trust me, your soul will never be the same
Serving as burial grounds w/ scarier clouds, wormholes & skeletal remains
Burn slow, it's hell off in these plains & miles of torturing memories
Corpses of enemies, venomous scorpions, remembering poison is entering
Sets in the organs & courses, even rendering portions of hemorrhaging
It's best to avoid it, this path ain't just for testing out Porsches & menacing
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This land's making our demons proud, they're angrily screaming loud
Keep my story in mind.. & say your prayers, when taking the scenic route

10-30-2013, 08:24 PM	#10
Strikta 39 NS, lost in votes once Join Date: Oct 2001 Posts: 11,242 Battle Record: 32-40 Champed - Time to Kill X - Write Week III Rep Power: 84181452	I'm seeing destitution, no revolution, my resolution lies in lower pressure These hands of mine, in sands of time, have dried to stone & festered It's continental, consequential, deposits of rocks.. not so monumental Just building blocks & a plot leading up to when I stop the solemn venture I admit, when I'm hot I'm hot.. but when I'm not, I'm cold as can be Our sun drops, alone in my dreams.. the bipolar omen froze in the breeze The next day's scolding me, & w/ no shade of life I'm hoping for trees Or other roads out. Peyote growing so openly, coping, just floating to glee See.. endlessly it's pain, trust me, your soul will never be the same Serving as burial grounds w/ scarier clouds, wormholes & skeletal remains Burn slow, it's hell off in these plains & miles of torturing memories Corpses of enemies, venomous scorpions, remembering poison is entering Sets in the organs & courses, even rendering portions of hemorrhaging It's best to avoid it, this path ain't just for testing out Porsches & menacing . . This land's making our demons proud, they're angrily screaming loud Keep my story in mind.. & say your prayers, when taking the scenic route