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Pride
The world, much like the human race, is stitched together into a clock; at some point, the hour hand, the minute hand, and the tiny second hand will stop at its permanent midnight. Life was meant to be Paradise, but the juice of the fruit created a mechanic toxin of complexity: somethings are black and…
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Demons
Demons dancing inside my mind. Skulls are prancebefore my eyes. All that I knowit blows inside. Every last foeswaits for my cry. Why, oh, just whydo you haunt me?Why, oh, just whycan’t you stop please?Why, oh, just whythis misery? Demons insidethey hunt and kill. Demons insidethey kill and stillare inside mymind of darkness. Why, oh,…
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Passage #1
Slowly, the procession unfolds like floating through a cloud. The crystal altar where the queen, in a leafy, forest green gown, and foliate cape, and foresty crown of crystals waits. Her lush, brown hair billows to her waist. COMMENT SUGGESTIONS FOR IMPROVEMENT
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Me
I’m the girl under a cloud of gray.I’m the one who never understandsHow conflict a world it is in which we live. Time goes right and left until it collides. Good and bad intertwine in the middle of the clouds. Apparently, it’s human to live in the leeway.I’m the girl who measures life in sunshine,…
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Dear Soulmate
Dear soulmate, The crimson rays of the sun tantalize the sand of mourning, and yet, as the sun brushes down on the squelching moans, I see everything, and nothing, so clearly as if the sun were white —Tears make kaleidoscopes of hovering hearts. It clings to this wasted game; yes, it smears the innocent ……
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the ballerina
A melody pirouettes in the darkness of my brain; a haze of color, ignites me, fight me, until I am tamed.Toes pointed.Body fluent in untold grace. Stomach tucked in. Legs long. Breath, a song. “Here the cheers,” they say behind the curtains, a drapery of velvet tears, an elegy of youthful years. “Here the chears,”…
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Ghost
Tangled in the shadows of my dreams, trapping me in a web of wires, tapping into the pulse you require, there you are. No words that replace time—it was the best; it was the worst; it was a blessing; it was a curse. The sun would shine; thunder would roar. It was the light of…
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glitch
Through the shadows of the hallways, She walks, surrounded by whispers:”Glitch,” is the her name, they say,but her heat, her soul, never turns crisper. Wires strung under her skin like veins, Brain, electrodes of green code. They say she doesn’t understand pain.Her youth is on a permanent hold. Heart of copper. Blood of potassium.Brain of…
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Gold
A heart of gold. Too young,A soul is soldFor sun. A heart of gold. No sun,You see as oldAs fun. A heart of gold,BeautyAs time is toldRudely. A heart of gold, Papers grow cold.If I was toldI would grow old.
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Winter
Little snowflakes—The fuzzy embroidery of heaven on my windows; Yet, when I touch the watery solid with the warm flesh of my fingers, it’s not heaven at all I’m seeing.It’s purgatory on Earth: not quite heaven, but at least not hell. The climatic pests of sweat and back-breaking labor, The swarm of heat that pulses…
Shakespearian1
Writing to feel the world
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