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Fifteen Years Too Long I want to be in Texas, where the sun will always shine To hear a thousand crickets sing and see the stars at night. I want ...

Autumn baby, Born to fall (*laugh*) Wait - When did you get so tall? Last I looked You were quiet And small And since when have you loved the mall? ...

Bernadette, sweet Bernadette, please come outside and play The trees are turning yellow and red The summer will soon go to bed And everything alive and green The oaks and ...

I read in a book once that Eskimos have about thirty different words for love, and that each one means something special, something set apart from all the others. I ...

Queens and kings and lesser things Power and might and burdens light, Autonomy and more for me, How to fight and do things right, How to be completely free, Social ...

TapClickTappityClickityClackTipOff we go,Tapping awayWords we can't say.Click tapEnter keyTippity clack, shift C.Spelling words,Meaning more,To know us to the core.Write to the world,Discover ourselve

who in the whispered gentle breeze a still small voice can hear, then please enlighten all else with its words, please tell the brooks, and so the birds. please tell ...

where is the battle i wonder gazing upon the sky * * where is the clashing the thunder the footsteps pounding by * * the aching sigh the triumph cry ...

dear God, I'm feeling dark inside, and small and hurt and weak inside. I need a place to crawl and hide: a safe, still harbour at your side where unknown ...

I The opposite of dog's not cat, Though many people say it's that. It's opposite is global hegemony Which happens to be man's greatest enemy. II The opposite of wandering ...

I The opposite of dog's not cat, Though many people say it's that. It's opposite is global hegemony Which happens to be man's greatest enemy. II The opposite of wandering ...

My shoeless feet escort me through the wood Where dampened soil tells of winter gone - Where songs of angels welcome in the dawn - Where wind is swift and ...

Elegy//Reality,EngulfingSentimentality andTruth./Inevitable,Non-negotiable/Petrifying andEnigmatic,An agonizingCacophony ofEnds.

This has to be one of the most interesting books I have every read. It's a non-fiction account of a woman with 17 distinct personalities, written by the doctor who ...

Young Captive, Dearest Friend..I hope you have a room with a view,once your freedom is safely buriedbeneath the sad weight of dark, wet earth.Preferably a window .framing the west side ...

a soft slice of a shovel piercing the earth,and the hollow thud as it fallsmercilesslyonto the colorless, joyless wooden box..the wind, strong and capricious,wrapping coats tighteracross shoulders,thr

We Are the Mad Artistthe portraits of Alone haunt me through the day.they greet me in the morning,shards of sunlight, happy jailstripes on the kitchen sink,drowning in dirty, broken dishes.they ...

This is a character analysis I wrote for my acting class. We had to answer some specific questions, and though it was assigned as an essay type thingamabob, I chose ...

This is from an assignment I had in my acting class, whose instructions were to write a character analysis of myself, using the following questions as an outline:Who am I? ...

ded mendis where da ruff begin,dis where everybody sin.up in here we live, love, kill,see da bloody bodies lyin’ still,hear da moans and groans and hollow laugh,ain’t nothin’ worth shit ...

..What treachery is this?This, my heart, laid aside of its own accord, or perhaps folded in beneath its own longer can it squeeze, as it did,at the discomforts of a ...

Do solemnly swear,like a black and red Christmas,cayenne pepper on my irrevocably promise,drown the milkshake in ice,drown it cold, happily pledge,don’t you dare sit down,burn those legs like drywoo

I Ran Away With Ed (We Watched)my shadow is lonely underthe ashes that I left behind.(our hearts, torn asunder,didn’t you take that in mind?)heal the ever-coughing harbour,I waste away, and ...

Dead!so I made her out of leather and metal and thread,and the man who knew too much was rifled through.but she didn't look like my Georgia,and the blood was dark ...

.Part I: Portrait A patriotic monument, the boy in Union blue: A rifle clutched in quaking hands, a tilt upon a single shoe. A starry gash coagulates, the visage striped ...

.we suddenly found ourselves looking up.soggy, foggy mindscouldn’t make sense of the world,because the world was a flaming, puffing, smokefest,and the chaos was thick and wet and swampy.and loud.we

Lament, Exhortation No. 231harbouring commandos beneath your basement stairs,shotgun hit the hallway walls, they fall in putrid pairs.never were the woods so dense as when you burnt them down.tally me

The Four Species of the Ungodly Hours of the Nightsharing is an abomination of the self,said the righteous poof.tantamount to slapping your nameon a name tagin a room full of ...

riches harboured, stockpiled by the wary fence, realized or not by the harbour-keeper are death by paper, decay by oxidation, smoldering over into

anthem of dilapidated lovely the boxes in the bathroom stalls, the cages