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a nazi tank operators death by StudentToAll, literature
Literature
a nazi tank operators death
dead, all dead
misty silver eye's look through me.
un-moving mouths told me un-spoken tales.
mothers slept with sons and fathers slept with daughters.
i stood there looking down at them with the cold steel gun hanging from my red rubbed neck.
my leader braked his order through the radio and i put on my steel cap and trudged off to my steel hull of a grave.
the road was rough and my crew felt the same as i did that day.
a crackle and another order, we stop and look about as panic strikes the rest of our squad.
my left and right flank go in a blast of fire, i reverse the tank.
i turn around towards the forest to try and get away but i
brothers and sisters by StudentToAll, literature
Literature
brothers and sisters
Brothers do care,
Rarely are fair.
Our love is strong.
Till we're hung.
Her love, my love
Everything is like doves,
Rarely set free, for fear of losing thee.
Sister is my lifelong tie.
Anonymous faces say we are too close.
No-one can say that,that's why their false.
Days come and go, never letting you go.
Sisters care, a little too much.
In my life that's not fair, she keeps in touch.
She keeps smiling and telling me what's up.
Telling, asking, never giving up.
Ending in tears, we weep it away.
Rarely seeing the light of day.
Shh' she says 'no more crying, can't you see? It's not worth the whining.'
was kinda thought up on t
Tecno killer? by StudentToAll, literature
Literature
Tecno killer?
it was a musty day when it had all happened. It was all right at first. Coughs and fevers, nothing we haven't seen before. My pal Fred came over and he had a bad cough. We just joked over it and messed around as always.
Then came the frothing at the mouth and the sudden crave for meat. Fresh meat. It was like Fred always tried to give me a Hickey but when he actually bit me he stopped coming over. Some people came by soon after and talked to my parents and about dad who had the same sickness. I heard them say "the son must be immune"
what did it mean? What was I immune from? I had a cold so I didn't think it was the sickness at that time.
I feel alone by StudentToAll, literature
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I feel alone
I feel alone...
I can hear echoes in this dark empty space. Echoes of questions and answers that raises more questions that raise more answers that raise more questions that are answered by more answers, over and over in that never ending paradox of questions and answers. When a certain topic or type of question is fully answered a new one jumps in and takes its place.
I looked around, it was a pure bare white room. I sat in the corner looking at the closed door and the darkness that seemed to slowly spill intro this room. I bean to rock forward and backward whispering stuff to myself so I wouldn't lose it. The echoes seemed to ring in my h