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Mr. Thomas wanted to be a writer. He wanted to be a writer terribly. But, he couldn’t write. He’d turn papers after papers into his teacher who’d return them with ...

Loneliness is like sex. It should never be spoken of but everyone talks of it. It creeps from the most middle of your body into the extremities. It leaves you ...

Myths lie. BY Adrian Myths lie. They are thieves and highwaymen that rob and steal knowledge and reasonability of men. They are, in truth, stories that should never be uttered. ...

Oh Swan! BY Adrian Oh Swan, won’t you sing me a song? Make it float and dance on air. Allow your voice to resonate across the pond for I want ...

A Face by Many Names BY Adrian I’ve been called by many names and been given several faces. I bring spices from the West and silk from the East. You ...

This Poem is Me BY Adrian Built from Titan’s ashes and imbued with His breath, this is me. Carried over time and forced to leave, this is me. Sent to ...

The Hilken Boy BY Adrian "Come near me, child. Closer, so I can whisper in your ear. Your cheek is cold and oh so white. Follow me for warmth. Your ...

Tiny, Red Ant BY Adrian I stepped on an ant, but it didn’t bleed. I felt its body, but it didn’t scream. I stepped on an ant. It popped underneath ...

Think carelessly, love. BY Adrian Think carelessly, love. Never worry about tomorrow, or fret over yesterday. Remember today, this moment. Or else, it’ll be over. I’ll remember your smell. The ...

Bawdy Lover BY Adrian Touch me on my thigh, please. Don’t hesitate and resist this pleasure zone. Caress the smooth and curvy flesh, and leave no spot undiscovered. Is it ...

This is a rough draft of the preface and first chapter of a short novel I'm writing. Please, leave any comment below of any length! Everything is appreciated, good or ...

The Life of the Wife BY Adrian The life of the wife is tenuous and often strenuous. What say you, wife? “What’s this strife?” “My life, as a wife, is ...

Britney BY Adrian Britney, I’m sorry. I built you up on a pedestal. I gawked at every magazine photo. I shimmied to every dance hit. Britney, I’m sorry. I squealed ...

The Last KickThe smile left my lipsand traveled past my hipstickled my soles up to my toes,and all the joy of an old manescaped in one last kick.

Ripples in the WaterBY AdrianIf you could hear what I was thinking,would you change your mind?Would your heart cease to resist,and the tension begin to fade?Can the walls you forced ...

This Faucet is on the FritzBY AdrianThis faucet is on the fritz. Drip, Drip, Drip, Every morning another drip. The water gathers at the tip, gaining weight with every sip. ...

Don't Mistake This SmileBY AdrianDon't mistake this smile on my facefor something you said.Truth be toldyou don't say much.And don't think I didn't knowwhat you were doing.Love games aren't playedwith