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Have you ever wished you could stay in the shower forever? Letting scalding water rinse away regrets, mistakes, flaws. Letting the soft burn purify. Watch it all spin down the drain. Clouds of steam carrying away the lighter things that wont squeeze through the drain. Lighter, but bigge... - Poetry > Free VerseI’ll always recall that fatefull night your sleek silver phone, buzzing Your voice was sharp, worried, rushed A misfit sound in the untouched night I feigned sleep but worry seeped out my mind and into my pillow, it felt wrong to be lying down when something was so obviously wrong in t...
- Poetry > Free VerseHe wells up inside you. Floods your tear ducts. Spills out. You don’t mean it. But he’s in control. Red devil’s horns sprout out of your skull. A pointed tail out your back. He floods out of your eyes. Your mouth. Aimed at the ones you cherish most. It’s a fight to ...
- Poetry > Free VerseSpring is now, summer is later, then back to school by fall. Winter comes, then the new year, but that’s not all… In spring there’s Easter, and summer’s one long vacation. Then comes fall with a thank-you celebration. Here comes winter, baring gifts for all, but that’s still...
- Fiction > RomanceThe roar of the last lunch wave was no louder than usual, but to him it seemed dulled by the pounding heartbeat in his head. “Hey, wake up!” Oh, there she is, he thought. He flushed and stuttered, and realized he’d stared right through her while he was concentrating on what he’d say whe...
- Poetry > Free VerseAnd if I’m a hypocrite for saying it, then so be it. Then so be it. Don’t run away. Turn around. Smile. Snap. You know what they want you to be. Don’t do it. Don’t do it....
- Poetry > Free VerseWhen I think about you I think of your hands how they wrap around mine how they feel on my cheek I think of your hair how, when you lie down, it slides across your forehead and how I play with the tendrils when your head’s in my lap I think of your eyes how the sun brings out hidde...
- Poetry > Free VerseNameless It is a living being within my soul; second to my body. Without it I am nothing. It shares my shadow, every step. It shares my heart, every beat. Nameless. It whispers to me; “Guard me, for if I am taken, you are ended.” It whispers to me; “Time heals all wou...
- Poetry > Free VerseWilting flower, what do you know of the world? asked the bee. To the bee the wilting flower said Of this world, Mr. Bee, I only know what I have been I know not of what is to be. To the wilting flower the bee asked And what have you been, flower? The wilting flower answered; ...
- Poetry > Free VerseToo Far Away Inspired by “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyons I am from Worcester, Massachusetts not wor-chess-ter. I’m from the taller blades of grass growing under the bench aging under the crab apple tree. I’m from heaps of Kid Rock Insane Clown Posse and Limp Biz...
- Poetry > Free VerseSo much depends upon too many things that are out of our control. Too many things depend upon the things that we choose to let be out of our control. Yet, while so many things are dependent, the sweetest stand alone....
- Poetry > Free VerseI would like to write a poem about music. About the individual ways it seeps into wandering thoughts, and dries and hardens to block out the rest like cement. But right now, my ears have swarms of orders and demands and complaints. I would like to write a poem about love. About how it over...
- Poetry > Free VerseBlack and white (or dirty yellow, for most) will always be “in style” even for those who’ve no style to speak of. Deliciously interchangeable customizable distinct their very own flavor. Ode to my converse worn, graying black and muddy yellow that have not failed me and I ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhen I get to be a thinker I’ll put it in all my résumés that I’m practiced in philosophy When I get to be a thinker I’ll sit in my thinking spot reserved for only the hardest thinkers of all When I get to be a thinker I won’t take any notes when I think because all great...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou laid seemingly content, in your personal prison, day and night. But I saw the façade in your eyes, as you gazed unseeingly out your only portal to the outside. You didn’t fool me. You longed to be free of your pruned aching body. You longed to exchange your metal can...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’m making a list of all the things never to be done. Most will make a list of what they most want to do, before the time gathers. In wrinkles and shiny eyes sore joints and gaps in minds, hearts previously filled with faded memories ready to disperse into the sky. Bu...
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