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Blue Mask
They say his eyes are as blue as dayGlistening in such a joyful way.They bring a slight wonder to his homely faceHis eyes, as blue as day-But I've seen this ...
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Oyster Eyes
I can't see how anybody should care, but this is an experience I completely underestimated until I experienced it, and I feel like I need to get it out...I was ...
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Upon Entering Heaven
I know it's shaky and I still need to work on it, but I would like some input. Please and the moment of your birthYour death warrant was signedThe date ...
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The Pigeon House
Standing like a prison guard in the crowded high school hallway, Principal Clare Donavan held tightly to her red coffee mug. "Strait to class," she was shouting over the chatter ...
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The Endless Game (revised)
It was Holloween night, and I,Eight years old, with out costumeCame to my living room to find my motherPassed out on the untouched bowl of popcorn beside her-A circle of ...
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The Dead Voyage
An ancient ship set out for the endThe sail is raised, all men aboard.There are decks to sweep, duties to tend,There is no compass, no map, no shore.The captain emerges, ...
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The secrets of Death (revised)
I finally got around to going through it again.
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In the belly of the birds
God is in the belly of the black feathered birds They carry Him as they fly, cawing at ever soul, good or bad, down below. God is in the stories ...
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The Abomination
There once was a lady with eyes so kind. And her smile stretched across the sky. She adib the law, she was grateful, giving. She donated time, though she was ...
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The Man and His Shadow
Time had rocked that town to sleep In his thin yet gentle arm. Long ago, the mines ran deep, And taverns stood plain and warm. A town shaken by a ...
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Why we stare
I guess we were friends once, but it's like I have to pry those memories out with a crowbar, beating them back into the surface of my mind with fists ...
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The Fog and the Flower
The fog was just beginning to creep up from the bay, resting lazily over the godly, aging arches of the Golden Gate Bridge. Headlights were digging into the heavy greyness, ...
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Victims
Born to life, we take to living Like tradesmen lacking needed skill Faced with tasks that want completing Armed with little more than will. By Infant steps, we learn our ...
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Born of Night
In a world defined objects, it has no title And, though silent, moves with out noise. No crowd could claim a twilight visit Nor any couple could encounter it On ...