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• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Simply Simple

  

  By Grkster, Chicago, IL

  Nothing could ever stop the tears from rolling out of those troubled eyes. Like pearls from a broken pearl necklace, they rolled till they couldn’t anymore. Her angelic face was disturbed, cracked; she refused to believe in simple facts that were being dictated to her. Her love emerged like a wall...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Purity

  

  By Grkster, Chicago, IL

  Purity comes first upon the single gaze, The single gaze that one sets on this dame of bloom, And lets their mind ramble on in confusion, Of how sentiments radiate with majestic strength off of her. She is what one needs, but doesn’t know it yet, She is what one loves, but the heart has...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Happy Death

  

  By Grkster, Chicago, IL

  My eyes lie there, right next to your beautiful form, and they lay open in awe of your glorious aura, waiting for perfection to cease, for fantasy to end, yet it doesnt. The faithful clouds come together, and begin to let go of their lovely drops, one by one they fall, and the thunder puts...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Fantasy is She

  

  By Grkster, Chicago, IL

  There is something that you can’t quite explain, When your core erupts in celebration, And this feeling simply makes you insane, A simple glimpse gives you this sensation. The angel pierces with her deep dark eyes, Your stunned soul starts to bleed with emotions, And she feasts as your guard...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Coffin

  

  By Grkster, Chicago, IL

  As his eyes fluttered open, the darkness was even sharper than it had been when he was deep in his drug influenced sleep. He tried opening his eyes again and as the darkness persisted, panic overcame him as he attempted to raise his arms. A hard surface blocked his arms and in his hateful confusion ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Re-Birth

  

  By Grkster, Chicago, IL

  Every sensation penetrates my nerves, Every color the iris of my eye absorbs, every tune that perforates its way to my encephalon, bores through the deep pores of my imagination, and awakens my soul. I hear the calling, and I hear it clear, the melody of life, the harmony of exis...