SnippetsThere have always been times
When I've looked through the glass
And just watched the dying embers
Of a season gone past
I tucked myself in with the clouds
Had the stars as my night light
Their lacing constellations
Making the roof of my camp site
That the pen
Than the sword
Because my heart
At your harsh words
Going a little Creepy Pasta: 1"Ok, so you really like Jeff?" Trenderman asked, looking at the girl sat in front of him.
"Yes..." She blushed, looking away.
"Right! You are in good hands! Just wait a minute and I will get you something to wear!" The slender darted off into his many racks of clothes, pulling out certain articles here and there.
"Wait, what?!" The girl demanded, looking round for her companion.
"Isn't it obvious?" Trendy said, popping up behind her and making her jump. "I'm organising a date for you and Jeffrey! We'll have to make sure he is feeling civil... You do realise he is a killer?"
"Oh, good. Now here." She blinked as Trendy piled a bundle of clothes into her hands, topping it off with black high heels. "I'll do your hair in a moment."
With a white tentacle, Trendy pushed her into a changing cubicle and shut the coffee-coloured curtain.
"I didn't ask your name, sweetie, so, what is it?" He asked, texting on his Iphone.
"Erm... My name's Kenn..."
"Alright then, Kenn. Are you done
Constellation of ScarsWhen he invited me to see the scars
He'd gained from the many lovers he'd lost
I have too many of my own
They spider across my olive skin like cobwebs
Slivers of silver
Shining like stars
And burning like the fire they're made of
I have my own constellations of pain
I don't need his
The sad universe I hide would get to large
He's been jaded by his scars
I've been taught a lesson through mine
ReawakeningThe tears of the spring rains
Wash the winter snow away
Opening flowers up to the new dawn
And coaxing animals from their slumber
The sun burns anew
With a soft golden light
Reflecting off the water's edge
Coaxing insects to take flight
The reawakening of nature
Chase away the sleep from your eyes
The spring heralds the new life of the world
And brings hope from the death of the cold