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The walls are sweating. Anticipation breathes, Rustles the curtains with Its moist breath. Darkness never falls, it jumps- It’s the light that dives, Limbs spread, crashing simultaneously Into the o

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She scrubbed the kitchen table, not so much in habit but in dread. Her back was beginning to ache, but she ignored it all, only pausing to peel off a ...

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Behold, I finally finished the poem after a few months of neglect. The Precariously Perched Pidgeon It was precariously perched,That little pidgeon of mine.For were it standing out of reach,I'd ...

She’s teaching me a lesson First she leaves me without a word Stranded inside and on a deep canyon Without a choice I have to face it all Right now ...

We are one body. Broken and disjointed Confused and aching Prostrate on the marble floor Of the one world. Our bones are tired, Our marrow dry, Lips cracked, Eyes closed. ...

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translated these... from french, so it sounds a bit off but ya...wee... Chapter 1 Manon is very happy: tomorrow is the first day after Christmas vacation. She is happy to ...

Zoning Into The Dharma 11-19-05 I lose myself into a heavy room standing crooked, bent, in a sandy house on a sandy shore, storm surf flailing salty spray, smell, gulls ...

I can act so kind, genial And docile When I know Something’s not right here, and This is wrong, Pretending I’m over it Has been working so far But deep ...

Rhimari stood on the cliffs that were forever entwined with his childhood. They would always echo with the laughter and innocence of those earlier days. Of anything on Ikos, he ...

I don't believe I've posted this yet... if I have, smack me and tell me to change it to something else XD The Lost Maiden There once was a squire ...

That cold October, when my life was nearly over, The look, they laughed They laughed as I was nearly run over. The car stopped just in time, I got up ...

Trying to get myself writing again... failing miserably... “What are you doing?” “Nothing.” I sit next to him, letting my feet dangle off the dock. His jeans are rolled up ...