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I found an old home video. I’ve never seen it before. It’s really blurry... it was recorded 15 years ago, on my first birthday. The camera is on me. I am sitting in a miniature ship that is rocking back and forth as gold coins are deposited. The muffled sounds of the arcade in the background ... - Poetry > Free Verseone shadowed day the weary sun ceases its struggle against the looming grey rain cloud. the last leaves have fallen and gone are the signs of autumn- a cold wind sighs across a river of ebony glass. the forest is silent devoid of life. and from t...
- Poetry > Free Verseis it ‘abstract’ if it’s what he really sees ? i think he must have technicolor… eyes and has de co ns tr uc ted the -W O R L D- with his canvas and paint -brush. ...
- Poetry > BalladGood morning poor abandoned website Lacking updates for browsers of this age The web server was not configured right A confused coder has quit in a rage. You don’t qualify for search optimization You were left to die in a pixel wasteland. Your HTML’s been dumped in the recycle bin The...
- Fiction > RomanceS.G., remember in chemistry, when we learned about the scientific method? What was the pattern? The purpose yields research which yields the hypothesis which yields experimentation which yields the analysis which yields the conclusion, right? Scientific Purpose Why has S.G. not yet come to term...
- Poetry > Free Verseon the inside i think the little boy must be crying. he looks wearily at me with his huge, shadowed eyes blinking vapidly like a confused baby fawn. his dry lips are drawn downwards and parted slightly. his soft, rasping breaths are that of an elderly man. he reaches weakly toward...
- Poetry > Free Versei stare at her face delicate ink flowers swirl around her left eye blue petals that must have taken forever adorn the flowers and i think why a flourish of acrylic tears that look like the plumages of an aging bird pour from her right eye and i wonder why her lips ...
- Poetry > Free Versebroken glass slipping through my hands. looked like rain bows… under the sun. shattered pieces upon the ground if it’s so silent why do i hear them fall ing. hide the sharp shards in my heart. puncture me— no blood will flow broken glass....
- Poetry > Free Versei’ve always feared the Vanishing road- hidden amid the Sometimes trees ten Feet HIGH my headlights are casting yellow shadows over the fine grey Mist- the Road wavers like an illusion-of-a-river and nature is Silent in reverence. the atmosphere deflates and a glass...
- Poetry > Free Versei clasp rough hands with the sallow faced man one evening on a deserted road. golden rays of darkened sun trickle over our inclined heads. The silence that surrounds us works to make itself prevalent in my ears. The only sound is the occasional dry whispering of browned leaves...
- Poetry > Free Versesoft whispers… fading on aged wind is that what falling leaves sound like their dying breath a gentle utterance mingled with the sigh of weary winter air....
- Poetry > Free Verseat dawn the sun pours a waterfall of golden light upon the paper sky. the misty darkness is washed away with every amber tear. an array of vibrant hues bleed through the violet palette as the sun drags her paintbrush across the shadow sky. sunrise....
- Poetry > Free Verseis Pain the same shade as happiness i can’t remember when Black and bliss began to blend winter Moons shone as the sun white and Grey soon became one blood inspired laughter laughter led to tears tears were but a substance why did Death seem so near with every bre...
- Poetry > Free Versea man without a face is staring at me a mime without motions to set him free he has no eyes yet they wade through my inner sea without a mouth he throws harsh condemnation at me without hands he takes my heart blood flows as rain without ears he hears...
- Poetry > Free Versean inferno of ice a dark sunlight a thirsty rain tracks with no train roads without death life without breath death without smiles lacked heartbeat all the while...
- Poetry > Free Versebodies. skeletal bodies. naked bodies. gaunt faces, empty eyes. dead eyes. it’s the eyes that strike me most… where is the contempt? the confusion? the sadness? I search these dark eyes and I see nothing. Nothing. is this what death is like? all of them live… but st...
- Poetry > Free Versesummer nights and endless days have found me on my bed “could’ve saids” and “if insteads” replaying in my head i sigh and watch the ceiling fan turning round and round my thoughts a broken record on a dusty phonograph i contemplate i do the math i analyze the chance tha...
- Poetry > Free Versea hoarse wind passes over the deserted playground dry autumn leaves tumble across the cracked grey lot a small boy sits alone on the carousel turning ever so slow ly he hums a slow forlorn melody to him self and the song echoes quiet ly ...
- Poetry > Free VerseAn undulant ocean Nearly lacking the fluidity of water Is a sea of caramel Beneath a ray of liquid gold. A girl’s distant laughter is lost In the gentle lapping Of a thousand hands. Her brown feet patter through The warm, glistening sand That could pass for snow. She releases ...
- Poetry > Free Versehey what’s up? how’s it been since I last saw you? since you were hanging on my shoulder since we were the best friends in the world and you were an all knowing sage in my naïve eyes since I gave in to you and I willingly told you all my darkest secrets and all my b...
- Poetry > Free Versei sit with my legs dangling over the edge of glass blackness that day i watch my mothers hands more than i watch the Figure in the hospital bed. her hands clasp and unclasp i see little red marks left behind and i wonder whether god makes other pain go away when there...
- Poetry > Free Versehair floats in fallen sun light. glints of gold catch upon the dark ness. sweetened breath frozen violet dew drops. slide from leaves once dead. life and death crossing at the sun down. yield to moonlight once known as the sun. winter veils all the signs of warmness ...
- Poetry > Free Versetoday i did what I thought I’d never do i was amid a flock of Sheep baaing at the Shepherd’s cue today i was one of those Sheep baaing when Shepherd told me to...
- Poetry > Free Versemy easel sits in the corner of my bedroom without a canvas my canvas lies on the floor with nothing painted upon it my paints are dried my brushes are stiff and my broken pencil is poised above clean paper...
- Poetry > Free Versei’m lost on purpose I know my way home but i’m going the rightwrong way over train tracks rust and through careless litter I’ve never been down This street Before the lady stands in the gleam of a lone street lamp in the graphite grey darkness her back ...
