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Kyle's PoemIn the middle of nowhere,Kyle's Poem by ~iClaireCreations
Under the pile of dead roses,
Lies the human who has recarnated
Into a boy's body.
An angel is calling him.
"Kayla," it echoes, "would you like to return to your old life?"
The boy stands up with pride and takes a moment to think.
Until he screams in pure joy, "I am KYLE"
Asylum. 1I'll bet father can't hurt me in here, Thought Ezekiel.Asylum. 1 by ~DeadMansTouch
A number of male and female nurses on duty approached him cautiously, smiling big fake smiles, as if on their guard in the event that he might try to get feisty. They made a note of his initial appearance in full detail, from the once snowy white pajamas that he had failed to remove for two days now, his long greasy reddish-purple hair that hung outward in swollen strings, to the holey gray socks on his feet.
Nurse Grimes and an unnamed dark skinned male nurse led him to the restroom where they bathed him and he received a new wardrobe. Like all the other patients, he was dressed in a
Asylum"How do you feel today, Ezekiel?" a nurse asked with a smile while holding her pen to a clipboard that was cradled in the hook of her arm, anticipating the response of the troubled youth.Asylum by ~DeadMansTouch
Ezekiel was reed thin and had been in deep thought before the nurse came into his room; his long messy puce colored hair rested on his shoulders and caused his vermilion eyes to pop. He bore a skull tattoo on his left forearm, signifying the death of the innocence of his youth and trust betrayed long ago even before his family put him in this wrenched institution.
He was sitting in his favorite chair that he had positioned to always face the window. He had
Sleep Among DemonsIn utter despair,Sleep Among Demons by ~LearningEverMore
I am amazed
my broken fingers
have managed to
hold on with
such vitality
to a once
beautiful
but now throbbing
mess of a
memory which
for years
has been aflame,
a single light
illuminating
further pains
hiding in
the sweet folds
of dark shadows
looming from
their perch in
the corner
as I sleep among
demons only I
could create.
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