|Fantasy about the theme.|
Patrick and PatriciaYour mirrored facePatrick and Patricia by CarryPhoenix
Looking straight at you
Not from the looking-glass,
But from a human too.
We're not the same when it comes to the heart and soul,
Told we are similar in our picture whole.
Two names, one word,
Pattern's holy thing.
No winged or wingless,
Cut and shredded every wing.
There had been talents which required earth or wind,
Now not so needed, and erased every hint.
He's Pat, she's Pat,
Patterns of a man
Who had decided
It'll be equal from just then.
Equal in gender, which does not exist for now
In the official writings made to rule the crowd.
The firmest lock
Sealed till end of time
And is considered
To be the hardest crime.
Two hands of opposites on each other firmly hold,
Custom so useless, because thousands of years old.
Two shades are banned.
Guess which. Blue and pink.
Together sealed in kink.
No more two Patterns, oldest words swim out to air,
Two other versions from those who do and dare.
Newspeak shrinks down,
Meanings are not gone.
When Death Is Over "That's some fabulous luck."When Death Is Over by CarryPhoenix
A man dressed like a gentleman from Victorian England (this fashion was quirky even for this age when everything was allowed to wear) placed his hand onto the forehead of the little girl supine on the bed. She was pale - so pale that even her lips didn't have a droplet of blood in them - with white hair braided in tiny plaits reaching her shoulder-blades, round-faced and with beautiful fingers. Those were the fingers of the one who could use them well. And she wasn't sleeping. This was more of lost consciousness, taking in the condition in which she had been found.
After a while the girl's breathing turned full, and she opened her eyes of minty green shade:
"What? Where am I? Am I dead?"
"No, you're not," the man replied and sat onto the edge of her bed. "I'm the Doctor. What's your name?"
"Teeah." The girl reached out and touched his knee, as if making sure that he wasn't going to turn to smoke and disappear. "Doct
Doctor Puppet Who: Drawn Together "Jamie and Victoria sat on a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! K-I-S-S... K-I-S-S..."Doctor Puppet Who: Drawn Together by CarryPhoenix
"What, your player's broken?" Jamie squeezed the klaxon he had just found in the chaos under his bed so it gave out a desperate 'honk'. Johnny Magister stopped singing the old rhyme and fell back onto his bed, completely satisfied. It was about the lovey-dovey fever traditionally spread before Valentine's Day.
"Sew mouth, Johnny." Martha glared at him from behind the pile of books at her bed-table. "Could've teased your bro as well".
"Which of them? I've got six!" Johnny sang - he was in the best mood ever. "Roger? Icy heart, he never showed interest in that business. Darko? Just leave him alone, and he'll scare anybody who will dare to disobey. Tony? Big head who can't have a girlfriend even if there are candidates - he never knows what to choose. Eric? There are girls who have BIG crush on him, but he wouldn't give a damn. Yanek? He's a science head and more of a friendly kind. Harold?
Weeping Time Lord I stand on my knees, and my hands are covering my face. Like a Weeping Angel in ancient times. I am alive, but no one even thinks about that, because I've been standing here for eternity, as well as some more around me.Weeping Time Lord by CarryPhoenix
But nobody knows that. I cannot tell anybody.
I feel it all. Wind blowing through my hair which never grows longer than my chin, rustling of my robe which never wears out, and dust covering my hands which never grow tired of being held like that.
Frozen in time, if you please. Never needing anything physical, but in need which cannot be seen.
Blue grass, on which I stand, is moving. And I hear the sound of steps.
Though my face stays the same mask, a fight begins in me. I don't want to send another one to certain death.
Weeping Angels simply send their victims back in time to feed on their could-have-been-present life. With touch. But it's much worse here.
If I lower my hands and someone looks me in t
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Inertia by AsherMane
Suggester says: This piece specifically
is lathered with imagery, and very emotionally
heavy in the face of its subject: Alzhimer's.
The creative use of the repeated line, the loss
of both good and bad memories, and the pain
it causes the sufferer are expressed phenomenally well.
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I am a simple student. My love is languages, so I study English, German and Chinese. I also write stories and poetry.|
Current Residence: Everywhere I can be in
Favourite genre of music: Music with sense
Favourite style of art: Fantasy
Operating System: Windows XP
Favourite cartoon character: Rocket from "Galactik Football"
Personal Quote: I don't lie. I tell incredible things or the ones you don't believe in