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I will awake in the hour, to get up and take a shower. walk to the bus, and read, letting my ears hear nothing but noise, But my brain

I have a locket, with your lips inside... 'nothing has meaning, I've tried and tried to find what is not there." but there are colorbirds in your eyes. and you've ...

I drink your words. Your voice is my scripture to this sick religion. Our world is sicker. We are trapped here. Where God is love, God gives life, life is ...

Sweet sadist, the alarm clock that beats inside my heart Ticks away the minutes until we meet once more No sleeping pill, no shield of eyes would hold my slumber ...

Forever to thine eyes they soul shall plead Until the stars of heaven murder dark And thus 'til death they wounds of labor bleed And thou shalt heal whenst thine ...

You're burning the cigarette down to the butt this week, allowing cinders to fall on our shoes. flicking three weeks of sparks from your therapy session at my shaking silhouette ...

Prologue At the centre of a broad marble altar adorned with gleaming silver vines, hand beaten to perfection, lay the Stone of Ersinhel. The faint light that glazed the room ...

Rated for Language All those who reviewed Scall's Magic. Thank you. That story is still on going and Im making slow progress. However the problem is that it is the ...

I am sure u will wet ur pants when u read this story. It is somewhat scary but at the same time, riveting!

It's a short sweet poem that even Sureal will appreciate. I like my repitition and the ABAB form throughout the entire poem... it ended up being a very short poem, ...

Prologue “Get down!” shouted the Captain. A large black and red dragon dived down from the sky and blew a large breath of fire onto the ship’s deck. Some of ...

I. I sit hopelessly in my prized folding chair. The sun brings out my freckles and the dry grass crinkles between my sandaled toes. We all ponder the wiles of ...

Sort of Wine Crimson swirls in the water beneath My dripping fingers. It’s a funny thing To watch To realize that this is it This is your lifestuff Pouring out ...

Okay, so this idea just came to me and it's probably horrible, but I wanted to see what ya'll thought. Critiques are welcome, no matter how painful they are. Verse ...

Revised and updated. I've decided to continue the story. Slight edit, though, I've changed the format of the novel, and a Prologue is no longer needed. * * * * ...