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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I sat on a snow covered porch, thinking about everything, you in particular. The snow wasn't cold, just beginning to turn to slush, so it wasn't beautiful but that ugly grey mush that people step over so their shoes aren't ruined. The sky was grey, an oppress...
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    Who are you to censor art? To define what's right and wrong? Who are you to deny expression of my emotion through poem and song? These words are profanity and vulgar? What the f*** does that mean? You won't permit them, just becuase they offend you? Or because they have a sexual t...
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    You want me to believe there's a God? You want me to think it's all going to get better? There's a magic man up in the sky who cares, And is going to whisk me up to heaven? How dare you. How dare you try and console me. How dare you preach to the world that they will burn Just ...
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    Richard Dawkins, in an interview with Fox News, when asked to give one word to describe atheism, said simply: “misunderstood.” He went on to elaborate that many people of Judeo-Christian or Catholic belief systems think that atheists are secret devil worshippers who deny belief in God just so th...
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    I'm up at one in the morning and afraid to go to sleep. Afraid of the dreams of that black endless deep. The alarm clock glows red like eyes watching me this house is one of horrors stalking me with morbid glee My glasses are fogged over with my sweat and tears this room...
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    A transparent veil of jealousy, thrown invisibly over these eyes. Uncontrollable, inevitable rage, and lips that always lie. Trapped death, the taste of cold metal on a bleeding tongue. White screaming to escape the red, tears streaming, no more dreaming, only red death. Infini...
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    His fingers tremble and fumble as he jams the cartridge into the gun. A sharp click resounds through the air, and he shoves it under his belt, pulling a heavy sweatshirt over his tee shirt to cover the bulge on his clothes. A grey sweatshirt. Plain, bland. Sweat rolls down his forehead as he pulls u...
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    Am I afraid of death? Yes, I'm afraid of death. I'm afraid of dying without a purpose. Death without having lived. I'm afraid of death. Of course I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of a meaningless death, without anybody left behind remembering me. I'm afraid of le...
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    The sand was hot to the touch. Scorching. I scooped up a handful, letting the fine white grains slide between my fingers. I looked at Sarah, crouching beside me, more dead than alive. Her fragile, seven year old body was already deteriorating from the harsh conditions of the Rub' al Khali. Her ...
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    The door of the room creaked open slowly, as if in warning. In warning of what, the woman didn't know, nor would she have payed any heed if she did. She was too old for such things. She heard whispers of a voice long forgotten as she lit the candle on the small plate. Or maybe it was just her i...
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    My name is soldier. I wield a sword at my hip, a dirty sword, once gleaming, now covered in mud and stained in blood. The word emotion is engraved on its dented blade. My arm is broken, my bones fractured, but I carry a shield none the less. My shield is black, a tainted charcoal. Undaunte...
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    sunlight falls through closed blinds like a thin cirrus of mist bending, writhing, dancing on carpet flickering with subtle grace dew drops pool on wet stalks of grass like tears of stinging joy dripping, sliding, trickling on leaves drizzling with quiet moistness grey skies ripple and p...
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    I'm dead inside. I'm a rotting corpse, with a gaping hole dug out of its heart. Lymph, blood, and pus spew out all over my sallow gray body. I'm numb to all emotion, My entrails are strewn across my legs, bones puncturing my flesh, at unnatural angles, twisted, forced,...
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    wet sapphire eyes stabbed with knives of pain long Sienna locks, soaked through with the rain my legs buckle at the knees I can't walk I'm lame my heart collapses on itself my mind is broken, insane smooth, soft, pale skin drenched and streaked with dirt narrowed eyebrows...
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    He had done everything. It was all ready. The fresh roses, tainted with stains of charcoal. The formerly pure white dress, now spattered with blood. The obsidian candles that wouldn't light, but only stood cold in the shadows, waiting. Outside the small house, snow blanketed the ground, and the...
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    The puddle of rainwater is a reminder of a past long gone. I stare into it. My face has changed a lot the last few years. What was once gentle and accepting is now hard and unforgiving. Steel blue eyes filled with daggers glare back at me from the water below an unruly shock of hair. I don't recogni...

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