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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Bright and sunny, the day full of promises and love. Naïve I fly through the air, on the wings of a dove. The brown trees whisper softly, Look towards the North. Approaching was a tall man, blue eyed, full of worth. Gasconade foreign in his dictionary, the trees let me know. He c...
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    Piles of memories, heaps of junk, laid across my closet floor. Cleaning up, ridding of, parts of me no more. Came across two watches, each stopped at separate hours and I wondered… when did they stop? Did they die? Did their battery shatter? And I wondered if they were in love with e...
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    When hawthorns forget to bloom, And the devil doesn’t sin. When the deaf keep a tune, And the underdog doesn’t win. When time can rewind, And books can’t be read. When God is unkind, And white angels lay dead. That’s when the wise man shall win. Mellowness drowned by a hale sm...
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    A single cell is standing lonely. Its prisoners are crying; its morale is far from hale, much closer to Hell. Its tears are silent and invisible, its actions stained with artifice. And in that cell stands a black-haired girl. She’s nearly dead, but so far from G-d. She moves slowly, every move...
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    Narcolepsy is man’s biggest fear and man’s biggest regret. The second we realize our entire life was hallucinations, we’ve reached the grave. We spend our years learning and yearning. We read books to teach us the secrets of the world and we yearn for green paper to burst from our wallets. ...
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    I’m from years of living in other’s shadows. I’m from sleepless nights and vacant dreams. I’m the Devil’s child, and Death’s bride. I’m Fate’s advisor and G-d’s pawn. I’m the one you dream about, The one you scream about. I’m the one with wiry hair and raging eyes. I...
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    Am I pretty? My mother would argue that yes, indeed, I was pretty, in fact I was beautiful. She would tell me not to pay attention to society’s view on the world, and to love myself for who I was. She would tell me to wear what I want and be who I am, and don’t worry about pleasing others. Am...
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    I’m not a prisoner of cupid, nor am I garbed in only black. I’m not the victim of society, nor have I the will to fight back. I’m not shackled by my ignorance, nor am I the wisest of men. I’m not the king’s advisor, nor I am the keeper of his hen. I haven’t got an alibi...
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    And the car. The car. It cannot. Stop. And the girl the girl she sees too late. her body paved to the road. And the whites of her eyes are gray. And the blood spurting out of her is innocent. and the man standing beside her. is dead. her arm is distorted in fierce ways. and her legs...
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    Her lonely eyes search the barracks, distant, cruel and cold- for but a glimpse of prosperity. Just a modicum of gold. That gold she seeks is not of monetary worth. Rather the very reason why she was put here on this earth. She seeks the golden hope, she seeks the gold she needs. Thro...
  • Opinion > Love / Relationships
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    There’s a Guy. He walks the halls like He’s all that. And i stare at Him like He’s more than that. Blonde hair, blued eyed, absolutely perfect. And He carries himself like He’s God, but in the most humble fashion. And He laughs like He’s a prince, but in the most charming, down to earth wa...
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    he peeked he saw her scarred back, her swollen arms he peeked he saw her welts so painful, her wounds so deep but he said nothing she walked on scathed and sore and he said nothing and she returned home fragile and he said nothing even though he peeked and even though he saw her deepe...
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    hear the voices of all, my son. but ultimately let your own speak the loudest. allow power to all, my brother. but permit yourself to stand the proudest. act spontaneously, dear warrior. but also learn to take a cue. know when to quit, my friend. but then remember never to. be prou...
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    Quiet lurks. I stand. Darkness is my blanket, but I long to be warm in bed. The black echoes within itself, but I long for the music of day. Not wails of sorrow nor cries of anguish. No. the piercing screech of the shadows wounds my heart. The carefree notes of light seem nonexistent in th...
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    There’s a madman in my mirror, Yes, yes, I’m sure of it now- It all makes sense suddenly-the voices! Oh, how could I’ve overlooked this, how? Yes- he has bloodshot eyes rimmed with yellow And a face that came straight from Hell And a mangled mop on his head that he calls hair And scar...
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    It had been one of those days. The rain poured down from the skies and the wind blew hard enough to knock down trees. And of course, with my infamous streak of bad luck, I missed my bus. It all seemed rather ominous. I tried not to get upset. Why let the cruel world get its way? So I grabbed an ...
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    did any one ever STOP & NOTICE how rhyth.mi.cal.ly greengrass sways how full of power yellowsun shines did anyone did they STOP & NOTICE how fingers bend bend bend but toes simply bend bend how coffee is bitter and sugar is sweet but still morningrays bring the...
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    Oh- let the silver flutes whistle And let the quiet bassoon strum Let the conceited drums rumble And let the mellow guitar hum Oh- let the black clarinet screech And let the sad violins cry Let the cheerful piano sing And let the gold saxophone sigh Let music shout its pleas Let music s...
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    Shown through the dreary shades, Hell created quite a spark. Emerged from the silent gloom, Death made its mark. I, my friends, saw What no one else could see. I saw revenge, I saw Justice created gracefully. I saw wrath and anger, But yet honor and tact. I saw the kind of perfection ...
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    when all were writing left to right i wrote right to left. when all were dancing beneath the sun i sauntered in pouring rain. when all were thinking with their minds i thought with my heart. when all were doing the front stroke i proudly did the back stroke. when all were mocking me t...
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    my body rests on the soft grass my eyes gaze up at the sky and my heart remembers all those years that spread their wings and flew by my body is already out the door my eyes are glancing towards the next day and my heart is still lingering- still refusing to begin growing gray my body r...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Every morning I awake to the birds chirping. I awake to the mellow aroma of coffee steaming up from my quaint kitchen. I awake with the ambition to plummet myself into the mundane, monotonous routine I go through each day. I awake to the most pleasurable juxtaposition generated by God, except for on...
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    right foot left foot i march on. on the gray monotonous path. i seek light i seek shelter i seek a sense of security right foot left foot just a lonesome survivor trudging on on a neverending path. there is no light at the end of the road. just rain and more road. but i trample on each s...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    As my childhood passes As my innocence shies As my naive attitude fades I can see through your lies You said a tooth fairy took left that dollar, Well guess what? I stayed up all night to spy. You made her up; it was you. You guys told yet another lie. You said that Santa Claus left all ...
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    A baby The shadows invisible Twelve sticks waiting to be shaded A toddler The shadows peeking Eleven sticks waiting to be shaded A child The shadows emerging Ten sticks waiting to be shaded Perhaps a cloud (perhaps not) Perhaps all at once Unexpectedly The Sundial is shaded A life is ta...

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