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  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    Verse 1: That's not the speed limit, please slow down Over there's the curve sign that you ignored You never told me your mileage was so high Now I'm not so sure I want to be on this drive Sometimes I lock the doors occasionally Because I need to feel safe when I sit here wit...
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    First Verse: You have a heart in the back of your head You have a dream that is almost dead Your heart is white and out of breath So save it now it's the last chance you will get Your body's a shield from what you've heard Your ears are the cracks and they keep it blurred A...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'm alone on the nicest of summer nights Bad summer crimes all over the summer but I think of life with the world in mind Though it shuns me, blind It treats me like I don't have jets It's the jones I get from my baddest of flights Sick games not right but they mess aroun...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    My wrists bound by sorrowed shackles, I was unprepared. They led me through a narrow hall that was gloomily lit by wax candles suspended on little platforms. And through near silence, the only sounds were the jingling shackles, and my eyelids fluttering all about the room. Naturally, one would of...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Braced. The experience was amongst the strangest. And much could never scare me. Even the foulest of Halloween decorations, the worst of petty grandmas, or even the most uncomfortable church clothing. None could do the job. It's how I got I my nickname: Brick. That was a joyous time. Not this. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Many your eyes shall never look upon,  The world large and yet they even larger will miss and miss and miss... How your love perceives it all: a thing you'll never see. The underside of the house you grew up in: a thing you'll never see. The brain and the heart which make you who...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Indubitably so, my canine fellow is a rather  odd creature. He lay not so still on my lap as he yawns and sniffs and jerks his head hither and thither.  Should he attempt to go I shan't let him; he is not worthy of the freedom to do such, even as he sinks his deep, bold brown eyes into my own...
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    The quaint picnic was held in an almost ethereal meadow.  Of course, this was not enough to prevent Belle’s sweeping boredom.  She lay on the blanket opening and closing her eyes to let the clouds take the shapes her mind chose.  Belle rolled her head over at her mother; she was giggling with h...
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    It was and is  a mystical night of purity and cleansing. In a house of grey it's a mystical light that's seen from afar.  It is and was  a relieving sense of security. In a dawn of orange it's a mystical morning that's wanted from everywhere. A morning a...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Shocked and confused. It was something I've done only seldom times since, but the first was a moment I couldn't forget. Now I lay down reflecting upon the event and I frequently wonder to myself: did I do I right? In bed, I believe. So many years ago I can hardly remember the context. I...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Tinted auburn from the rust of previous affairs, the shovel makes its umpteenth plunge into the cool, fresh soil beneath its holder’s bare feet.  He jerks his head to an upright position, and lets his eyes scope out the area in a militant fashion while his toes work their way under the earth he s...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Lightly robed she made her way 'cross the parlor with laundry bin at hand. The basket dropped to the tiled floor when she reached her destination. A gentle hum swept through the air from her mouth while a mechanical rumble quickly drowned it. Two by two miscellaneous articles slipped out from t...

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