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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    False promises of life set in stone; wilted flowers of the artificial infinite. Finger painted squiggles tattoo my heart- blood pounds against the scorch of innocence. My souls a crumbed peddle, dusted marrows sink to earth in a twilight sun. I don’t fear tomorrow, don’t cower the next, ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    The return to Eden is never as sweet, not then in the twilight return- apple juice dripping from the lips of marble guardians. The established harbor for unsolved evils: a once dark cave, a once dark hiding place from sin uncloaked by day light. Not now that the pillars of innocence have crumb...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    One man army I’m a walking metaphor, a melting candle- dripping in the hot wax of time-gone-by. I’m a one-man army, a churning piston- beating in the caverns of neglected captivity. I don’t need another person, I don’t need the resting heartbeat- the quiet before the storm is neve...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    So what if the river dries up? Black clouds over paradise- the death of potential at the spawn of the uncontrollable. I cant rewind time, End up looking back instead of down. I’m a walking skeleton, an ignorant chaser, hunting mirages in the desert of the past. But the past has writ, ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    I'm drowning in my own venom. I've overdosed on myself once more. Light blinds my heart, and again I'm stuck in a world unknown. And so I listen and pray for guidance, but I can't hide the emotion on my lips. I bite my tongue and plant my feet - It's my heart and mine ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    I'm the external product of frustration, of the artist whose paint can never dry. There's a difference between us. We're skin deep, but we're not the same. I can cut myself here and now- Blood curdles to ink, and my heart's here on the page. I can stand naked in th...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    What you do isn't real You're in my head and I'm twisted. You come again and I'm drowning- Soul heavy, eyes throbbing. If this is love what's the point? If this is real why keep fighting? I can talk but can't speak, I can kiss but can't touch. You need to...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    The Conductor Three small taps of His baton, and the crowd was silenced. Players straightened tentatively- arched their backs with the heavy burdens of metal. One flick of His wrist, and the instruments were raised- weapons primed against the deafening strokes of silence, a collective exhale be...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Dust gathers on my window the rays of light traverse the glass People scurry by – conscious on the horizon; as if they fear what lay behind, and so it is we build higher. Until the tops of towers scratch the sky, limbs quivering; to heaven they reach. I wonder what they run from, the pe...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    A thin trail scarred the sand beneath the weight: a fingerprint in the dust, subject to the whim of the hot, heavy breeze. Each leg pushed forward, forced into reluctant movement as the hands swung in a subconscious trance. It was far from the gaping chasms of rock that used to be streets and the ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    Who are you? Stop. Don’t do this; not again- Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? You who have been gone for my life; who have missed more birthdays than you dare to count. I didn’t have a choice… There’s always a choice! Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Glued erect; memorized A tranquil gaze of this world within a world. The boy's shrill laughter flooded my ears, as he swam across the ground. And my heart stopped in the sweetness of climax when his feet left the earth, his golden hair swaying to the mercy of the wind. His feet touched first ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Jew he had said a salty venom bubbling on his hissing tongue. my eyes crumbled beneath the weight of shame or maybe to dodge muffled eruptions of the cackling crowd. cheeks crackling like twigs the air thick, heavy dense with passion his rosy lips melting to a victorious g...

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