Typx

I just picked the pen up one day and wrote this, I have no idea where it came from...

Clenching
Wide-eyed
Staring
Twitching
Hiding
Dying
Pulling
Tearing
Fearing
Hating
GONE

And another... I wrote this after watching Labyrinth.

I Wish

There are nights,
When the moon sits full,
Plump and secure,
Spreading it’s silver light.
Nights when the mists of dimension shift and open,
And the powers of Wish form and coalesce,
Driving through the gateway,
Creating influence here,
On our world.
When this whirling magic journeys here,
We must be wary,
We must be careful.
For our words then have a power,
The power of desire.
In these mystical nights,
With a slippery phrase uttered throughout time,
What is wanted,
Is that which is granted.
These words turn a blind eye to danger,
And innocently grant what is asked,
Asking not the nature of the desire,
Only answering what is spoken.
So may it be known,
You have been warned.
Watch for these nights,
Lest you be a victim,
Of a wish unwanted.

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In a society of conformity individuality is found in a different pair of pants.
- Typx