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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It’s so clear the way she stole you, Wrapped you tightly round her finger just, Like a ring decked in fetid lies, Whose acrid smell taints my world with rust, Green as my acid glare. The bitter taste won’t leave my tongue, The grating of teeth wearing to dust, The sour wine to toast she...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Of heated moment, and biting lead, Dust let settle, and one lay dead, Now with the town we’ll openly cry, With all of those who knew the guy. So why can we feel no remorse, For those slaughtered as our fuel source? Held ball and chain by wooden posts, 'Til butchered down to flanks, ...
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    I must know: What makes a human valuable? What defines us from the simple elements with which we’re made? Why, why is it I feel that pang of sadness At the 5 o’clock news When they announce the murder of a 3 year old child? [i] Cecilia Jordon was discovered in a garbage bag after her disa...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    It’s a job, like any other. I am not paid. I am not thanked. But all the same, it must be done. Most of my clients don’t resist. My average job is no more than a fading soul coddled in a white linen cocoon. I can reach down through their failing vessels and lift them from their burdens; an...
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    They tell us You are with us Around us In us Then tell me Where were you When gales ripped through our streets When foundations splintered in the howling winds When homes were torn to rubble And our lives were claimed as theirs? Or when We were bound and gagged By evil clad in pitch ...
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    I twist my fingers in your hand weave them through your sweat soaked pores searching for a sign hoping you are still there I pull your pupils to my eyes Begging for some unseen bridge To gap the distance Now that you’ve gone away from here Your crazy smile breaks your lips Burning...
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    Sidestep raindrops as they fall upon the pallid sand, Swirling drafts dance the grains whom the winds command, Roaring breezes weave through sandstorms upon which lost souls cry, Within the waters, crazed spirits rule all the cloud-choked sky, Raging, storming waterfalls cascade the drowning b...
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    War is a highly romanticized and glorious notion, as Hollywood would have us believe. They portray it in a heroic and honorable scene of zealous soldiers storming to battle in a blaze of glory. But what they fail to express is the horrible carnage and pointless taking of human life. In shows and m...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    My back ached, stiff and throbbing from the jagged wooden boards that formed my desk. I had mentally explored each crevice and crack in its frame; I knew the wobbling legs, chiseled surface, and protruding screws like the back of my hand. This desk was my prison for six hours a day, five days a week...
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    Too late is it to save the Dawn Too early, save the Night But Now is doomed Evil consumed None safe from Evil’s plight Erect a shield Surrounds your field For you, it’s safe to breathe Countless stand outside its walls Trapped, doomed, left to die Fates we can’t perceive Shield...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I yanked at the collar of my shirt. Why were games always scheduled when it was the hottest? Never the less, I was determined to win. I raised my sweat sodden glove above my head, shielding myself from the sun’s glare. My eyes scanned the sky, still squinting in the harsh light, but the ball was g...
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    Heed not the statues glory-tall, Eye-seeking, countenance proud, Such statues hath no freedom call, No sacred story were endowed, Heed not their glowing, marble stature, Flawless as the rising sun, Each facet glowing shine doth capture, Such head lifts high for no one, Such statue is but...
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    No one else sees them, the Others. No one sees their haunting forms drift down the hall, those as silent and lithe as the wind itself. But I can. A gift. A blessing. A curse. Call it what you will. A sympathetic spell that blossomed into atrocity. They hover around us, all of us, those who have pa...

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