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One Day

I see emotions dripping down their eyes. Trying to cover their very own lies. I can't see the hope but the passion I feel. For love they would fight, for food they would kill.

THROUGH DADDY'S EYES poem

Life is love- tenderness from a father for his little boy.

The Goober

Are his parent’s right? Is the Goober nothing but a figment of his imagination? Or perhaps he really has eaten too much cheese…

ALICE & MATILDA VS THE ZORIOUS BAZOO: Chapter 1: The Rabbit's Nest

This is a story about how two young girls - Alice and Matilda - came to be captured by something called a Bazoo. I shouldn't be too worried though. The girls can be clever. Quite clever indeed...

Final Day - Michael Jackson tribute

** R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON ** ""58-""09

Jesus Girl, Please Beg For Mercy

Part Two of the previously submitted 'Jesus Girl, Please Forgive Me'

Shame

Past haunts with its link to the present.

The trial of Aurangzeb

How a playful act takes a tragic turn

Milkwort tureen

What scaffold or rusty apparatus! Flower stem or fey, milkwort tureen Will bent? This amber sap, amongst us Powers this human, species; unseen. What nature breathes in loving beauty?

The Weekender

“The Weekender” 1. Why hide if there is nothing to hide? I keep thinking of that Will Oldham song: “Gulf Shores.” Where are you?

"sonnet37"

a ♥lover's sonnet

Let your soul wash

your memories away RUN after all that has been imprinted on your SOUL, it's endless bliss afterfoamin' shower after shower of beings, lost or gone into the night THE SIGHT if fore'er after

A star-crossed tale

In subtle moonlight I gaze upon the ripe curves of my desires yet dare not dream, dare not touch.

INTRO TO POSSIBLE BOOK

in the past, i have desperately tried to ignore god's presence in my heart. i hesitated to believe in him out of a fear that he would fail me. everyone, always seemed to fail me. my friends.

THE LATE BUS

i work at a wonderful place. i love my job and all that it entails, except for one thing. i rely on the transit system and because of this, i often loose time.

THE HEART PENDANT

I managed to form a big enough pile, so I could investigate how much of it was dust bunnies

Aftermath

The plan failed. Finally bored with burning, I pulled the plug. Sweet, certain gravity; a tornado tangoed over the hole.

Gardening Leave

Life stirs leisurely beyond these dead irises Flowers bloom and sigh Sunsets laugh and cry Short grasses grow tall and bend inside time But not for me Bird song breaks each dawn

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