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  After Everything Lost and Found

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  And you know how much I love, everything really, I fall in love with the pronunciation of words, the shades of colors, the smell of old books, the breaths of singers in songs, How much more would I love you?... I don't know, all I know is that I miss you especially now and that m...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  The Other Side of Love

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  You’re completely at their mercy. They've become the king or queen of the world. Life changes perspective, it becomes a game. Winning is being with them. But as soon as you start playing, you know you'll never win; there might be some doubt in your favor and for that trifling amount of t...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Sleep Disturbed

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  I couldn't sleep again and part of me didn't want to. I never thought insomnia could be so resistless. All those late night hours when your not dead to the world - the world is dead to you, and you refuse to join it. The silence, the stillness, the darkness, it makes you believe you own th...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  petals and pins and blossoming thorns

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  petals and pins and blossoming thorns you ask me to stay i want to go home dark skies and rain your heart is your pride your trembling tears your too young to die too faraway youve left me behind with bottles of tears to drown out my cries now ask me to stay when will you come h...
• Opinion > Movies / Music / TV
  In Song

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  Her breath and long enclosing strands of hair created a private shawl around the microphone only slightly extended and broken by her voice. She opened her mouth, but it wasn't really a voice; her words were more than lyrics, her words were music in itself creating multiple songs. For without he...
• Opinion > Entertainment / Celebrities
  Lessons From A Hollywood Square - A Prayer For Paul Lynde

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  The late Paul Lynde. One of the most lovable, original, and charismatic comedians of all time and after a life of successes and failures, he passed away at the start of a new life, a healthy fresh start cut short. Born to a sheriff ( later a butcher ), his wife, and their three other boys, Paul alwa...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Praying to Live

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  Build up your defenses Your gonna get torn Let’s see how much is left of you At the end of this war The battle is waging The sky’s bloody red In the pit of your stomach Your afraid to drop dead They circle around you Their tanks on your shore no pity No refuge They’ll knock dow...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  To Be Continued And Properly Titled Someday...

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  The radiator moaned softly, a sleepy hungry bear under the shadows of dis-illumination. The lights were all outside, aligned in a perfect mess, a perfect tangled mess of flickering incandescence. But inside, there were just shadows, rolling waves of gray of several shades. Overlapping, layered onto ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  If I Had A Sailboat...

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  if i had a sailboat i would sail away faraway from homework faraway from pain faraway from anger faraway from fear for the only sudden motion would be the breeze whistling in my ears and if i had a sailboat i would bring my friend my one and only confidant reliant till the end aware ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  He Never Saw Her

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  Spring. It really shouldn't have been lovely that morning. It'd been raining for the past week. That type of sentimental rain made for movies that could be put in a bottle and sold for air freshener. That subtle fresh mist that clings to your skin and evaporates as soon as you go inside, b...
• Reviews > Book Reviews
  Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  Fugitive Pieces tells the story of Jakob Beer, an orphan during the Second World War. Through poetic narrative, Beer gives his first hand account of losing his sister, Bella, and his parents to the Nazis, being found starved and nearly dead in the forest by a Greek Archeologist who adopts and raise...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  time breaks

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  time breaks this time called dawn the sun warms its rays as the moon turns away ashamed of it's pale insuffice light and being short of silverware the mist runsaway anyway at the touch of daylight...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  where

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  where curiousity hides under leafs of shade where i turn around to hear my name the quiet lane of broken bricks of weeping willows surrounding it i hear my name in icy tones written in dust arranged ...
• Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
  The World Is Not Enough

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica

  This week in our World History class a Buddhist came to speak to us about his religion. We'd just finished studying the origin of the main religions , including: Christianity, Judaism, and Buddhism. To gain a more personable and life relating knowledge of these religions, our teacher invited gu...
• Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
  The World Is Not Enough

  

  By ALM007, New Castle, CO

  This week in our World History class a Buddhist came to speak to us about his religion. We'd just finished studying the origin of the main religions , including: Christianity, Judaism, and Buddhism. To gain a more personable and life relating knowledge of these religions, our teacher invited gu...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  In A Chaplain's Eyes

  

  By ALM007, New Castle, CO

  If God should send his angles would they stop these wars? would young men lay dying? missing mother missing home when daylight has no comfort when the night provides no rest his eyes reflect the eternally engraved images of bullets,bombs, and death the peace, the love, the tenderness washe...
• Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
  "The World Is Not Enough"

  

  By ALM007, New Castle, CO

  This week in our World History class a Buddhist came to speak to us about his religion. We'd just finished studying the origin of the main religions of Christianity, Judaism, and Buddhism. Well to gain a more personable and life relating knowledge of the religions, our teacher invited guests sp...
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  Fill My Eyes With Sunrises

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica
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  All Lit Up

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica
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  Raindrops on a Daisy

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica
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  Lost Lighthouse

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica
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  Phosphorus Sea Fantasy

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica
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  Blossoming Concrete

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica
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  Baby You Can Dial My Digits

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica
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  Flying on Hope

  

  By ALM007, Kokomo, Jamaica