Anthony_Murray's profile

Let me introduce myself to my readers. My name is Donald. Personally I don’t care what you call me, for the simple fact that names are not important to me. I am very funny, well that is what people tell me. People don’t get to see my serious side that often, I like to keep it that way. I want to act and write when I finish with school. Hopefully I will be able to attend a smalll liberal arts college to get to my ulitmate goal of becoming a published writer or starring in a live threatre show...

I see discarded people, scattered all over like pigeons in an inner city park. Speaking only passion and truth I can rescue them, restore hope. I give dreams of salvation. I am the prophet of purity. A land where peace runs like water. A land where unity blankets the masses, As morning dew does the grass in the morning. A land where the pure and innocent become mocking birds that sing ballards of the prophets. This is the land of salvation. This is what my followers dream. But I grow hungry. ...

Leaves, orange and almond, Spiral toward the earth, In a storm of chaos and confusion, Always following the institution. Pristine and precise Is their fall the soil. During their fall they are peaceful, Like an artist at his easel. When they reach the dirt, They don’t make a move, not a twitch Nor a peep, not a sound, As they lay there still on the ground.

I was dreaming about angels above me. I wonder if angels are just beautiful Girls with empty souls. They have died inside. I think Tonight is the night I’ll kiss an angel. Walking the road of humanity I see discarded angels. Faces are frozen covered in defeat and death. Faces hide empty souls. Saving one means I leave the rest. Their golden halos are no longer a beacon of innocence. Wings white, like clouds in the heavens. Those wings bounded by black chains. Desolated, desecrated, they are d...

Time’s turning black. Fear blinds me. The shimmer in her eyes Controls. I’m ushered out. I’m the past, Longing to be the future. I will settle for the present. Time’s turning black, Making everything frost over. The frost freezes me. The shimmer in her eyes Controls. Praying for time to slow I stand alone in cold darkness, Trying in vain to stop the future, The future that I’m not. Time’s turning black. Only the shimmer in her eyes Corrupts. Slowing to a stop, That’s the frozen clock Anxiety ...