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[b]All the Rhythms[/b] I lost myself in that moment Or maybe, Maybe I found myself. Chaos is a funny thing When everything whirls and Everything twirls And the fluorescent lights ...

Yesterday I saw you in all your glory: A frayed yellow towel around your midriff As you sped after my snarling dog (He was chasing your kitty, after all). And ...

[i]Wrote this last night...late. Not really sure what I was trying to say. Rhythm's off, any suggestions?[/i] You move like a rag doll A lost, absent rag doll Flopping where ...

This face cream thing is getting out of hand. "Just one, darling, just buy one." No, I keep telling her, I don't want to buy your face cream. So she ...

Beginning of a short story I haven't gotten around to finishing. Title needs to be different. (Song credit: Leonard Cohen) Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in ...

"Ho Ho Ho" Santa pin so sharp Cherry nose, holiday cheer See the blood you draw "Evil" You smile and I know That behind those straight, white teeth Is a ...

Erm...this is kinda a sidetracking from a bigger story I'm writing...just wrote it last night so if you have any editing suggestions I'd very much appreciate them. Solomon Whiteheart hated ...

"resistance is futile" your post-it-note smile reminds me - I haven't unpacked and my scarf is still on the floor. I'd put it off but you've written it in blue ...

Once he was a little boy, future on a shelf Felt the air between his fingers and named it for himself Now a worry stained man in a blackened briefcase ...

Hair – oiled and sullen, cut as if daring them to just ask Lips – red like your guilt so quick to jump upside-down so eager to part with a ...

I live in this world where Things are doing okay, Things are moving along quietly but Surely And maybe it's ...

[ 16+ for language and violence, mostly. ] Dante rarely laughed, kept that certain action to himself like a juicy secret in the dark pool in the middle of his ...

He had pulled him from the oily ocean, which clung and pulled like a reluctant child, dragged his sodden plaid-shirted body onto the shore and, frozen hands shaking, had placed ...

Allan They call it a fleet, like naval ships or something noble, important. I like that, because we are. We’re a fleet of trucks bringing goods to the people, hell ...

Jason So I’m driving down the road, and the way the moon shines through the distortion of my bug-splattered window turns the pavement into water, and I am somehow managing ...