Words UnspokenIn these lives of parodies,Words Unspoken by Zark123
In these times of bitter dreams,
We speak in elegies
As the churchyard resonates with peace.
In the womb of the autumn breeze
There lie the things we never say,
Like once proud amber leaves
Which fly away, oh so far away.
Of thoughts too queer to speak
And words suppressed that ceased to be
And the love that made us bleed,
T'was but too frail to be freed.
In our cowardice and pride
Those pretences of our own device,
We hurt and made them cry
And found no need to apologize.
All the times that we stood still
As tyrants drew blood from every kill
And this world never made any sense
Oh but we stood in cloyed silence,
But someday a time will come
When the caskets of our lost words
Will shatter with feelings unspent
And haunt us to our graves,
So for all the lies and silent nights,
The days we've failed to bare our souls,
For all the hearts, bled and broken,
This one's for all the words unspoken.
Genesis?Genesis? by XirtAmGoD
"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, Let there be light; and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness…
And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day."
So naturally, God was pretty chuffed with himself.
God woke up a few hours later, his robe caught in between his buttocks, his face flat on the floor. He put his arms out to push himself back on his two feet. The phlegm that had poured out from his mouth and nose onto the floor had dried whilst he was asleep, causing an uncomfortable blockage in his nostrils. He lifted himself up and hocked out the dried lumps of bile he had accumulated in the back of his throat into a nearby rusting bucket. God, in