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Clad in Embers.
“Mr. Howard, I don’t know how to say this….” Everything seemed colorless, drenched in a tidal wave of a blackness that he couldn’t describe. The doctor’s face was a wide ...
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The Pyre-Men.
They arent really there. I know that much. They dance above the cemeteries and race the sun. The branches of dead trees reaching out to them, trying to keep them ...
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Skyfall
Its quiet. A soft stillness illuminated by a wafting blue light surrounds me as I lay in a field of flowering dreams. Its beautiful. I'm not alone, in fact there ...
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Los Campesinos (English)
(If you read this I would appreciate if you read the whole thing and at least leave a small comment, it doesnt really help anything if you skim, decide you ...
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I walk alone yet find myself with company.
One day as a young man walked along a busy city street, he came upon an elderly man dressed in rags and thinner than a rake, yet smiling broader than ...
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Talking water with a dry man.
Valleys all choked up with reason to wake up, tomorrow.The storm's coming in tonight, button up your homesand dream with your boots on.The flowers got picked up by the workerswith ...
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Rosa never swims with me.
They found her face down in the water,peaceful as can be,but none the less, I found a dress as black as black should be.Never-mind the sullen voices, calling out her ...
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Painted pretty for baby.
(For reference, no, this is not a story about a drug trip.) It was a derelict building. An old farmhouse with no windows and one door standing next to a ...
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Love so pretty yesterday.
Its too coldThe butterflies died and lay in the snow.We're too shelter dreams of the lost tomorrow.Bleeding innosence.From the first kiss that meant something to absolutely no one.We wear pretty ...
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Cross, familiar faces.
Dogwood baked in the omnipotent light that seemed to have no real point of origin. Every dead weed, exposed stone and abandoned car part caught and absorbed the harsh sunlight, ...
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"I'm never coming back"
Spoiler! : This is a long work, if you dont like lengthy reads in your poetry, dont read this then complain about length, I just warned you. Awake, awake, no ...
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Insomnia builds character.
When I cant sleep,there's a voice in my ear.There's a buzz and a laugh, there's always more quiet.Silence to me breeds paranoia.A festering wound in my mentality,a lifetime of quiet ...