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  World (Chapter Twelve)

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  What a terrible world Where beams of violence kill screaming innocents Children born in darkness, children born from lies and violence Our quitters and losers the most ambitious leaders of our underworld. What a cruel world Where hearts mean less to us all then little green slips of paper The ...
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  Inked Snow (Chapter Ten)

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  It’s blank like the snow outside my window A slit of my cell- I see my face staring back at me From the glass mirror my eyes stare back at each other Accusing me of burning them. I thought I would be able to paint a new day Stuck in a cell I can see the snow like a blank template I wished I...
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  Accidentally (Chapter Nine)

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  I accidentally found the answers last night. I found meaning in the tragic dimming flow of a streetlight, as it crossed the wary path from flickering to oblivion. I found meaning in the arch of the hill as it crested down, the street curving like the concrete spine of the huge and silent animal....
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  Growing Scales (Chapter Eight)

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  I scramble up, out of the hate, my fingernails tearing through grey, silty dirt shards of rock sharp as glass bite into my palms, dust light as paper covers my eyelids. A chain across the wall, the Overseers only barrier this far into the forgotten desert I clamber over, my bare feet barely brush...
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  Unintentional Rebel (Chapter Seven)

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  One bloody handprint on a whitewashed wall He’s still working hard to forget it all They came in, they broke your skin Now you’re alone and no way in. Dreams lit up by fluorescent lights Now no one knows that you’re still alive. Loser lost in a losing city Sick but don’t get pity. ...
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  Chapter Six

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  Where is the light? My fingers scramble through the sheets, my hand walking on my fingers like a spider across my bed. It should be day, but a panic drives me forwards towards the window to fling open wide the curtains There are no stars among the blackness, only a blank fog of darkness covering ...
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  Chapter Five

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  The wary steps of the alien marks the transition to chaos. City is a menacing mouth of granite and concrete and black glass like teeth, rising up from the underbellies of the grit and vomit of creation up to the pinnacles of cyber aware bird-eye vision, the seats of overseers peeking out through ...
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  Chapter Four

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  I’m gone from the ground, I know, as I stretch my toes, feeling the weight of gravity calling to them. The ground. The ground, the home, the earth weighty with the steaming of towers, the running of inner city rivers, the calling and yelling and laughing of millions of lives. Gone. I�...
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  Introduction

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  Do you know what art is? I'm not quite pretentious enough to say I can give the answer to that question. Frankly, I don't believe anyone can. Art in its essence, for me, is basically indescribable except by art itself. In every poem, every drawing, every painting or sculpture or song th...
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  Chapter Three

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  What is there for me here? I hear the crash in the distance and I hunger to see the glass shatter in specks Flying every which way like they had wings. My feet itch to run, my mouth longs to scream, I dream of flying on a breeze of bullets My mind is chock-full to the quivering brim of new idea...
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  Chapter Two

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  Fly! Free and fast Calls the wind to me, and I respond in kind Dipping brushstrokes like wings, floating on confidence and beams of sun Crying ‘hallelujah’ to the smell of hard-won dirt and mud Leap! And I respond, Splash in corners of never-lasting but overwhelming song and dance, And wh...
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  Chapter One

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  Beginnings are created in the ashes of endings. Every new footfall resonates with an old load released to the ground A dream long carried is fulfilled, a debt long coveted forgiven Every raindrop decreasing the clouds. Every winter begins with the slow falling of the warm breeze, the fading of t...
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  Airplane

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  Gone. I’m gone from the ground, I know, as I stretch my toes, feeling the weight of gravity calling to them. The ground. The ground, the home, the earth weighty with the steaming of towers, the running of inner city rivers, the calling and yelling and laughing of millions of lives. Gon...
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  Of a Man, a Truck, a Moth, Darkness and a Streetlight

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  Streetlight flicker. A truck pulling up under the orange radiation. The smell of gas trickling through the air and into every tiny crevice. A splatter of whispered curses, a few hot sweat beads trickling down his unshaven cheek. Mottled, burnt, with pitting scars that seemed to have rained down o...
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  This Time Come Home

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  A new year, never seen before Full of the newness of ending and beginning again. Maybe this year someone will finally see that someone needs them, And maybe this time everyone finds their way home. Maybe this year. Maybe this is the year that I uncover the hidden truth inside my core Or maybe ...
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  Accidentally

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  I accidentally found the answers last night. I found meaning in the tragic dimming flow of a streetlight, as it crossed the wary path from flickering to oblivion. I found meaning in the arch of the hill as it crested down, the street curving like the concrete spine of the huge and silent anima...
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  Cells

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  -begin- -and the only difference between light and dark is the amount of shadows- -big and small is perspective, so shall be evil and good- -smallness means to no longer influence others- -why kneel when you can shoot him with a gun- -who made the world- -it’s turtles all the way...
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  Untitled

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  It’s blank like the snow outside my window A slit of my cell- I see my face staring back at me From the glass mirror my eyes stare back at each other Accusing me of burning them. I thought I would be able to paint a new day Stuck in a cell- again, I know. I can see the snow like a blank temp...
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  Rampant

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  Fly – free and fast, Calls the wind to me, and I respond in kind Dipping brushstrokes like wings, floating on confidence and beams of sun Crying “hallelujah” to the smell of hard-won dirt and mud Leap! And I respond, Splash in corners of never-lasting but overwhelming song and dance, An...
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  Train in Country

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  A lazy locomotive chugs its way over gentle hills. It leaves a light trail of misty smoke And a slight vibration in the leaves. Before it animals quickly scatter As they hear the hum of the engine Its quiet thrum filling the air with energy. At the station people hurry On adventures all t...
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  Impossibly Dark

  

  By C.Smoke13, Lowell, MA

  I know when it’s impossible to fight It sheds brutal truth On all the beautiful lies And the gentleness of the ruthless Is hidden in the darkness inside. Can anyone save me? I’m trying to live my life But no-one can hide From the creeping night, The darkness inside. I’m a single, str...