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Sitting in geometric rows, Of flesh and blood and mind. Is the hope we long to know, The creative ties that bind But the sterility of the surfaces. And continuity ...

And you face is the only thing on my mind. You hands are the only things on my skin. I wish you would never leave. My worst fears? Losing you. ...

No time was right, but no time was truly wrong, I tried so hard, to comprehend why... I had waited so long, The time was close, yet somehow a bit ...

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“Just trust me Tyler. Come on.” She pulled my arm and led the way into the shop. The shop smelt of cigars and menthol. It was very wooden; wooden walls, ...

The Most Unusual Thing I Ever Stole: A Snowman Chapter One Just like every other day, I’d sit here hopeless, watching my family –who I loved dearly- cuddle up tightly ...

As we stepped into the bright, cobbled street from the alleyway, it was like old times. My feet felt lighter, and I could almost see the younger, more vulnerable me; ...

Heres it is... sorry about length Chapter 2 Honey, amber eyes but they quickly began to darken and harden into black granite. As the rocks glinted, my whole body lifted ...

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In Memoriam, from Les Choristes Deux ex machina The soldiers march onward in rigid rows, Identical breastplates catching the light; Each man is focused on the cursed foes, Teeming with ...

5. Dearly Missed “Wake up!” I was rudely woken up by someone pounding on my bedroom door with their fist. “C’mon, Ames – get out of bed!” “It’s Saturday, Dylan!” ...

Two nights later, Spike burst into the Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles, screaming Angel’s name at the top of his lungs. Angel looked up from his desk and glowered at ...

027. irony Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse - of Montreal The chemicals rush through my veins, spreading life, spreading death. Dizzying waves of contradictions make me lose sight of what ...

Gabe Urine I had just unzipped my fly as the door swung open; out of the corner of my eye I could see the child run in, he was black, ...

A/N: First poem I wrote in forever. Please go easy on me. _____________________________________________________________________________ I’m in a group of writers. They are all better then me. All of