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The grave sits awkwardly on this silent hill,Stands tall and proud yet crooked and one visits this dead soul,Even the wind keeps its one organ plays in a stone-cold church,The ...

See here where destruction rules, Where winds race and rush, Where water rises and crushes. And above rooftops Lay, unmoving, the scared, pale bodies of the dead Look at the ...

The Boy Who Cried Wolf He lies. He is made of lies. He is made of lies and nothing more. Lies that, through their filthy existence, Becomes a subtle melody ...

One day I met a little bird It had a broken wing I bent down to him And he started to sing "Help me!" he seemed to say So I ...

A door slams shut. Fear overcomes her. She tries to go to school. To make herself useful. All she gets is torment. Every night she waits, Until he comes and ...

Because a flame is more than heat, And wax is more than oil. Keeping alive is quite the feat, When surrounded by tur-moil. The smoke is most eminent, Now that ...

Hi, This might be a little rough, but I manged to jot down a few words through my sniffles. Based on a true story. The wind blew up against the ...

I haven’t seen her In days. I see her shadow. I see her eyes, Empty, Broken. But she is gone. Pro tem. I’ve seen his picture Torn In her wastebasket. ...

The Orange-Striped Cat It was a night so dark and dim When down on a dusty path Came the calmest of all creatures, That big orange-striped cat. She did sniff ...

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The tale I give, which will outlive All those whose fates entwine it, Will tell you of the strangest love Of those that try define it. For none can say ...

Why can't I speak to the girl on the grass? The hours go by as I let time float past. I slouch on the bench my head in a book ...

Sometimes I wish life Would slow down To a snail's pace. Stop. Go back. To relive moments Of pure happiness, Joy, Belonging. Moments of feeling I actually fit Into the ...

To my All Star Band, whose one (and only) terrible performance inspired this piece. For angels-symphony's contest Dark versus light, fighting to oust. No way to tell Who will succeed. ...

(One of my earliest works!) The Hunter He trod his way down the byway, That wound its way through the glen, The Geese overhead on their flyway, His gun cock ...