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For those of you who don't know, SS stands for Seventh Sanctum [link] which is an awesome site full of creative tips and helps for all kinds of writing and art. This is my entry for the most recent Seventh Sanctum contest. Sketched on paper and colored/shaded/everything else in GIMP.
Voices No Human Remembers When the clouds come, the desert grows silent and strangeVoices No Human Remembers by ~CheekyFox
And the highways are gone, and the towns fade away
I can still feel the steps that were walked here before
I hear voices no human remembers.
Here, the wind bears a mark of the lives that are gone
And it howls them a bone-chilling dirge in the dark
Shrieking anguish and torment of soul and of mind
With the voices no human remembers.
But the valleys won't talk of what was long ago
And the mountains speak nothing, they only echo
All the fear of a cold winter, lost in the years
And the voices no human remembers.
Oh, in some other world there is life rolling on
There is clean a
Disordered There it is.Disordered by ~CheekyFox
That feeling of fading away, falling out of the real world and into the strange place where I can't breathe,
I can't breathe,
and the words won't stop pouring from my head in relentless torrents with the memories and the thoughts I know aren't true because they're dark, they're cold, they're surreal in all the worst ways
and it cuts me to the core
every word I remember, everything I see, it's all gone
leaving nothing but this sensation that somehow
something isn't right
and I have to get away, I need to spread my wings and remember how to fly but I can't
Spring Cleaning And the mountainsides are changing with the seasonsSpring Cleaning by ~CheekyFox
Rearranging and redecorating just in time to celebrate the spring.
The trees are trading their bare barks for buds and squirrels, ants and larks;
The Holly slows and sleeps, again the Oak is King.
Snapper Impenetrable.Snapper by ~CheekyFox
Rough exterior.
Fortress, walls, anger,
scars on thick skin.
Reeling back from the pain,
still trying to heal,
still bleeding inside.
Soft heart -
tender.
This Moment I'm watching.This Moment by ~CheekyFox
Mountains shrouded, misted over, leaving green-patched swaths.
Notice.
Clover left by last year, tinged with red.
Tread softly.
Footfalls, rhythmic, muted by damp ground and tangible air.
Grey.
Sky, land, mind - all translucent, semipermeable, silent.
This moment.
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I Burn at the Center of Time and I can see the Turn of the Universe.
Do You Read Sutter Cane?
Yesterday's History; Tomorrow's a Mystery; And Today is a Gift; That's why it's called Present.
What you See doesn't Exist; what you Can't See is the Truth.
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These vital regions are AWESOMELY PRUSSIAN.
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I Burn at the Center of Time and I can see the Turn of the Universe.
Do You Read Sutter Cane?
Yesterday's History; Tomorrow's a Mystery; And Today is a Gift; That's why it's called Present.
What you See doesn't Exist; what you Can't See is the Truth.
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These vital regions are AWESOMELY PRUSSIAN.
And his eyes are shiny.
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These vital regions are AWESOMELY PRUSSIAN.
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These vital regions are AWESOMELY PRUSSIAN.