it's at that point of the week
when it all catches up to you
when tired fills your bones
and you can't fathom the weekend ahead
despite it being exciting
when you just want to sleep
no matter the world around
that time of the week
More by ominouspoet
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lost tales
The wind sings-
she gathers stories, whispering tales of people lost long ago.she tells them to me
but I forget as soon as she is gone. -
Demon story (Unfinished)
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
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Le corbeau et la femme
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
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