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The sun is blinding, but captivating So is my love, ever-everlasting Her ring steals away my moments And replaces them, jolly fool I am Led by emotion, inner self sets sail For an oh-so-distant land, here Where time itself is patient And does not slip away, just like I did Embroidered 'P', on my cloak In flashing gold, oh so lovely, yet Labelled me Pariah, looked away And missed the bigger picture, just One did And the rest of the herd followed, Sheeple, paralysed by what they Thought to have seen, too Truth distorted, fearing the wolf None was Yet their weak fears raged on, Sheeple, not heeding, ignoring, Warnings that

"Steven, Steven," whispered a female voice. I opened my eyes and a stream of sun light poured in so I quickly squinted, "Eliza?" "No," the voice had a British accent, "It's Zoey. C'mon, follow me and be quiet about it," I opened my eyes realizing where I was at. I was lying on the hard cave ground. There were a few leaves surrounding me. Zoey put her index finger to her lips indicating for me to be quiet. She then pointed to a slumbering Dotter in the corner of the cave. Zoey motioned for me to follow her and then she left the cave stepping over sleeping Peace Givers. I sat up and followed her out of the cave. I stepped over sleeping trib

Eliza grinned and ran forward embracing me, "Oh Steven isn't this island just wonderful. There are so many cool things and I'm glad I found you so now I can show you," I responded, "That's great to hear Eliza, but I'm not sure if you've noticed or not but I kind of have a gun to my head," Eliza let me go and took a few steps back calmly, "Oh," she then said annoyed, "Pugface let him go," "Pugface?" I repeated. I tried to look up at him but from the way I was standing it was impossible. Zoey looked at Pugface then to me, "So this is the Pugface guy you were telling me about," "Back up," Pugface yelled, "Don't think I won't kill him," "Pu

A glance to the side proves to be the wrong move. There is what seems to be the outline of a person on the floor. I situate myself to an easier vantage point to see if they're passed out or not. He, by the looks of it, turns out to have a gash on his face and fluttering eyes. I take a last sip of beer and drop the empty cup. The male jostles awake as I but his arm over my shoulder.   "C'mon boy, you're coming home."  ______________________________________________________________ He woke up in a foreign area, laying on a like wise couch. For a moment, he does nothing but sift through memories for clues as to how he got there. As it seem

Alone in the twisted frozen wilderness, Consumed in all this bitterness, Naked to  the elements, Fighting to stay afloat.