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the light kills my sleep—an interloper a fierce warrior spearing my lids. I lie awake as my mother runs her mouth, every word she speaks is a casualty. I count ...

Hands are clasped His taste still resting on her lips A smile in her eyes Thankful for that stolen kiss Leaning up against his chest Stroking fingers through her hair ...

The Shining Sea The shining sea is my lover. She is a doormat, she is my blood. She spreads cherry jellyfish on the darkened toast of my body. They wriggle ...

Through the ocean spilling from your eyes, can you laugh at the world’s sorrow, simply because it is so ironic? If you had a chance to never have existed, would ...

I see the scraps of morning Gently amble over-head, The farm-cat fiercely yawning Stretching, Scratching on my bed. All about, The air is thick with Light anticipation As i slip ...

Like it, or dislike it. take it or leave it. say what you want i don't care My story is hard to understand. If you can’t see where I stand ...

submitted for publication.

*Note: To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure whether to put this in Narrative or Dramatic. So if it is in the wrong section, please tell me. ^_^ All ...

I'm sorry if this sucks, it's just one of those time-to-go-to-bed-wait-oh-my-God-I-forgot-to-write-my-poem! things... I just want to see what people think about it. ------------------ I have found my

A little different to my normal style - it kinda just came out, like a free write, really. I'm interested to know what you think of this one. Life hurts, ...

My heart breaks in comparison,To that of glass,As I hit rock bottom again,My life passes to fast.Don't let me drown in this pain,Is my last request,Please stop this unending rain,To ...

Best Friend What does it take to realize you have a best friend?’ That’s when I think about her. I think I know what a best friend is. She is ...

Now I am sixty and my eyes are failing, so the blue-hued kettle on the kitchen counter becomes a dark apparition. A marauder’s mask with horns; scarier still I cannot ...

So you would leave us, would you? You would leave us here? Here on this swirling ball of self destruction, plummeting, flying, hurling, to a blank, white, screen of fear. ...

My soul rises, My body on the ground. It rises above those clouds. I see the kingdom, The one to house me until the years of peace. My soul stops, ...