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Je ne comprends pasI feel like I am going nutsJe ne comprends pas
My brain is being such a klutz
A giant, crowded noisy hall
I drop the ball, begin to fall
Down the stairs of ignorance
Confusion runs amok and hence
I scramble to unify
The thousand voices screaming "Why?"
This rusted pile of machinery
Is beginning to make me quite angry.
by ~Phiasmir
Copper ChlorideThe flames bring out her true identity. The acid vaporises on contact with the blue flame. The vapours do not have a scent. They have a certain experience about them. They do not smell. They burn, almost in retaliation to the flame in which they have been thrust. I inhale their anger, and feel the pain of inhaling that anger. I feel the pain of coughing it up. It burns me, my lungs and throat protesting this injustice. But the pain of it's anger is soon replaced by the awe of her beauty. It only takes a moment for her to show her true colours. The flames of orange step down with a flutter to her majesty, this spectre cloaked in green. HCopper Chloride
by ~Phiasmir
Get your own coalDead of night. Far away from any sort of opening, where no-one could hear you scream. Our house was also pretty high up in the mountains, with a winding driveway leading up to the house, like castle Dracula or Wayne manor, except on a hill, instead of a precipice. So I, armed with only a coal bucket, a scoop, and a flashlight, have been charged with the grim task of getting coal. I shuffle forward on uneasy feet, drawing close to the snow-laden box. The lid opens, the hinges quietly creaking open to reveal the empty blackness. The flashlight does little to reveal this mystery. All that is visible is thick cobwebs, and the dull gritty glitterGet your own coal
by ~Phiasmir
In time, but out of syncOur hearts beat in time Though that moment, sublime, I feel like a mime Going through the motions And I have all these notions That this isn’t going to last Though we had a blast I have to end it now before you get hurt worseIn time, but out of sync
Dragging it out Filled with such doubt Tossing the possibilities about Would rip us to shreds So let’s not lose our heads Though we might cry in our beds The pain will recede After this deed I hope you can forgive And I know that you’ll live Just fine without me Cause you’re nev
by ~Phiasmir
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