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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Flames creak and press the wood Of the Violin from Hell. She crouches Hands of ice strangling the neck Of the Violin from Hell. The fire never dies Only crackles and spits From the core of the Violin from Hell. Her eyes the shade of a coma Pull the bow along the width Of the Violin from H...
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    Do you remember The night we planned our deaths On the edge of that tin roof? Do you remember The night we washed off the Makeup, and let our bruises show? Do you remember The night we smoked away Our hope, that one day we would be Free? Do you remember The night we cried out of Matching ...
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    Sometimes the mirror leaves bruises Fingerprints of the child I used to be And It haunts me. It haunts me. Sometimes the walls scream people That I've never met, but wish to be. And It haunts me. It haunts me. Sometimes the carpet burns memories But not the memory of me. And It haunts...
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    Crawling out from under The pressures of Veins, molecules, pain-- Clawing at the Sidewalks Siding Sycamores Not good enough To be a reflection Not strong enough to become Separated from it’s host A parasitic Pathetic Pulling-- At the being With a burdened Fixed height Bla...
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    I looked madness in the eye and lost my sense of sight....
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    There is no party No brain cell burning No liquid courage spilling- jerking around in the palm. There is no posse No friends No best friend- no late night talks about nothing , twisting wet hair around a finger. There is no place for the teenager who wasn’t. Life is hell for the teena...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Numbness isn't just a feeling, it's a monster with the face of an angel. No matter what anyone tells you, I swear that it's true. Numb is what I feel when I walk to the shed, my feet bare, to retrieve the metal rake. Numb is what I feel when I hand it to my mother; numb is what I feel...
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    Mother is tired like an old pencil drawing disappearing slowly. I drip ink sliding away from her influence because I rather bleed out than fade out....
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    Lying on creaking wood panels, spreading like a warning chill. Lost in a thought abandoned by a skill-less mind. Frozen in time. She arises as he returns, awakening at the sound of a single heart beat. Her focus beads on his brow. Ten years she laid there alone in that hous...
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    Let's tape together a face. Let's call it beautiful. Call it flawless Call it immortal Call it angelic Call it perfect Call it by my name Just don't call it What it really is Fake....

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