Slow Burn[Slow burn]Cole HeartspringerWe found a pair of eyes todayA pretty pair of prying eyesThey woo us and make us gasp with aweChanging in sunlight, a blue-gold shimmerHypnotizing our souls and changing our livesYet with days to come, we care less and lessOcular phantasms that burn the world awayUnder a perfect browRepeatedly they entice us with their thin veil of orange blazeSimple organs that captivate our souls and lead us like moths to flameExtravagant lips to accompany the lotLovingly made with a wanton wish in mindFreeing me from the world of norm in which I once lived
Hotshot King[Hotshot King]Cole HeartspringerIntense eyes, like a swelling typhoonMuscles Taught, like a drawn bowstringHead down, cutting through the windOne last step and the springs in your legs releaseThe wind envelops you in its wings and carries youSlowing time and space, you ascend towards the heavensHeavy sets in again and you lose your wingsInstinctively, a hand shoots out and latches onto its targetTraction and momentum increase and you fly over the wall
Generous Benevolent WormGenerous Benevolent WormCole Heartspringer She opened her eyes slowly and foggily. She could feel nothing. All she knew was there were a ring of bright lights staring down at her angrily. Almost blinding. It was like the lights blinded even her mind. She had realized the hypnotic spell and seceded from it as best she could. Slowly and drearily she began to look around, but for some reason, her head would not move. She saw a bright white room all about her, tiled in a pukish green and lined with immaculately silver trays at the sides of her bed. The silver trays were partnered by two men hastily trying to suture a wound in her chest. "Amazing..." She said with no words. The latex gloved men clambered over the trays and rammed scalpels into the area. They werent stitching her up, they were murdering her. She tried and tried but
Gnarled oakGnarled OakCole HeartspringerIt was cold outside and unfortunately I was where the cold was. I couldn't feel my fingertips and the wind was slowly freezing my insides. Its dark and I can't see my hand in front of my face... All I know is that I'm cold, naked, blind and alone. I called out in the darkness and had no voice with which to shout. I flail and jump but alas, I cannot move. I live here in this dark place, all alone, cold and naked. I'll get used to it they tell me. They left me here. And all the while you were reading this, I had no hands with which to write.
Grace: A Mind MurdererGrace: a mind murderer Cole HeartspringerSomething rolls off your tongue and it feels nice...Something breathes down your neck and you feel fear...Something caresses you and you feel warmth...Something tastes you and you feel anguish...Something whispers in your ear and you fluster...Something kisses your cheek and you falter...Something embraces you and you feel security...Something warm pulses against your chest and you feel together...Something called love creeps up on you and kills you slowly...Unitl nothing is left and it consumes your soul.
Cancer KingCancer KingColeIt was a gross misunderstanding of how disgusted I was... It just didn't seem to understand that I was all alone. Not figuratively nor was it something metaphorical and ethereal... I was simply without companion in my own little world. The place is completely absent of all life and sound. You'll not see a drop of color here. The outer layers are painted and pretty, whilst the innards are decrepit and oozing with an inky black substance. All i can do is stand in the middle of this field of sepia and death. Cancerous and seemingly infectious, it spreads from man to man and woman to woman. It locks them away like little porcelain dolls. Their faces never move and all you see is a sugar coated, media safe mask. Its a little touch of fear and it tastes like a dash of doubt. A black inky feeling, that seeps into your skin and stains you forever.