Real LifeA Poem by Death StalkerThe fast motion of lights in a busy city's streets, the pitter patter of footsteps echoed the roaring of the streets. I toss and turn, the time slowly turning the doors creaks slowly by the fan, which is slowly turning. Oh god, this cannot get any slower. The sun and moon soars over the sky as fast as meteor showers, shuffling and laughter around town vibrated off the building walls. I slowly crawled my feet behind me desire for this school day to be over is strong within me. Oh how this cannot get any slower! Rust invaded the iron as quickly as mud slides, people's skin collapsed as they age, wrinkles caved in on the skin. Hurry up! I groaned Time turning oh so very slow © 2012 Death StalkerAuthor's Note
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Added on May 16, 2012 Last Updated on May 16, 2012 AuthorDeath StalkerTucson, AZAboutI like to write, any story that lurks into my mind. I've been writing as long as I can remember. It all started with nothing to do, it was nighttime... I was sleeping, I have a vivid dream, that ta.. more..Writing
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