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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The shrill scream of the night owl pieces through the sky, As it opens its wings and soars up on high. The scorched black limbs of the waste rise up, The amber liquid trickles and smells of blood. From the ashes those black fingers contort, Twisting away from those flames that they fought. S...
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    Girl from outer space, All-encompassing and great, Yet so out of place, Come sit next to me? Girl from outer space, Too impatient to wait, Will you stay just in case I need you here with me? Girl from outer space, So delicate and ornate, But you run too fast a pace, You’re light ye...
  • Opinion > Points of View
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    “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labour or spin." Matthew 6:28 I'm vain. And yet, I feel fine admitting it. Because I know everyone else is the same. We're all vain. We spend so much time in our lives fu...
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    Finally my senses have come to stay, And I scream at the world for keeping them away. But the moon at night creeps slowly by, A thread to my mind in the deep dark sky. A bitter laugh bursts from my frozen lips, As my weak hold gradually slips. Thoughts of logic whimsically float on by, Lost...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    She wants to fly high, Up there with her hopes and dreams, The world drags her down....
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    We sew and weave, And weave and sew. We watch the thread, As it bobs to and fro. We are women of Arachne, Not Helens of Troy. Men will not fight wars over us, No ships will they deploy. We cut and snip, And snip and cut. Cursed to a life, Where the door's always shut. We weave...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    The boy crashes down the hillside, his small bare feet sliding down the muddy slope. He lands in a heap at the bottom but does not stop for breath. Barely a second later, the only thing left lingering is a small cloud of carbon dioxide, a wisp of ironically breathless fear hanging in the cold night...

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