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It was a dark HalloweenAnd the moon shined brightWith just a twist or a turnA child could tremble with frightEverything that went bump in the nightAnd everything that crackledAnd all ...

Quick note: this is told from the perspective of Shogg from the novel "Triss."ShoggA kind word, a smile- that was your signature.Even in battle, you shone.When the sun diedI’d look ...

Okay, so i know this poem needs a lot of work, I just wrote this without really thinking or anything, and I feel the ending needs some I would love ...

* This was an assignment for my English class. It is based on The Old Man and the the wet ground crumbles beneath his feetHe carries a container of foodFor ...

We met one night,in the dark, the fear,We exchanged smiles,I held my glass up to you,played with my hair, crossed my legs, flirted like crazy.We drank together one night,with happiness, ...

i. [come what may]and in the fields of st. petersburg in the spring, the poppiesclot like let blood and the fieldworker's wives sow seeds in the worried furrowsof the field, ...

All dishwasher's knowOf the dishwasher's bane.It's slimy and wetAnd a terrible pain!A dishwasher's baneIs not one thing, but many.And, on a bad day,They can reach far past twenty.The bane of ...

Upon the illuminated stage,she dances like a butterfly,suckling honey from her spectators;she leaps into the awe of the crowd,light and eminence clear on her chin;and as the curtains sweep to ...

The Fallen AppleThe Apple drops high from a tree, what words are said can truly not be.The truth I hear is truly real, but I only hope I'll be saved ...

She smiled at was a warm sort ofsmile, absent of the angerand spite he had expected and full of kindness and strength. It was almost mocking in sincerity, like she ...

was a dark silvery nightAnd the moon has gone a-hidingAnd the birds have ceased a-chirpingWhen I beheld a bloody sightA gripping, chilling tale of was a high and lofty placeAnd ...

Those CrowsIt started off with one crow, now it has a friend,They keep on bloody squawking, it’s driving me round the bend.It’s six in the freakin’ morning, what the hell ...

First it is silent, the dust blows over the land in great threads, then she comes and spins out the orchestral melody from the sheer force of death itself,and when ...

alone with a black dog in tornado countrysnapping at his broken ankles. days darkas springstorms in sunny backtowns,they walk as straight as railroad tracksthrough the corpses of cottonfields, disresp

Author's note: Another attempt. Tell me what you think. If you don't know who the Bedouin are click here.--Whipping the flame of your curls to capture vagabonds in your tangled ...