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A Lengthy Death In Dog Years

Chant the chant of the undesirable Bleat the cornrow nocturne over the fields Strike mortal terror into the secret hearts of the most commonplace warlords

The Monkey Speaks The Same Mind As The Hanging Man

The animal terminology of a mental savage forms from the rubble its projections left too far behind to ever fully appreciate; Taking to social convention

Memories

Memories P K Routray Past incidents are aptly forgotten but some remain in memory Some are cherished, some are not but all tell the past story Some memories are always Intriguing and act funny

Confused

If only I wasn't so confused I'd give you a piece of my mind But I can't work all this out myself So to harangue would be unkind

knock knock knock

shall so you will be opposite to you and me plenty a words long a sewn across a stone where lies a loon knock you so the door upon waking up the leprecaun stay so thy hand run afar

Like a Fire

thrusting at barrier walls in an attempt to still angry waters

As a Thief

buildings crumble and windows break

Stars (and so on...)

Tatoos on the dark arms of the night A ferris wheel of terrifying fires Seeds scattered for dreams to feed on Bulbs planted in the overhead deep Passengers thrown overboard in a storm

Lonie36

back on track Pia. I think?
Story of the week

The Immigration Problem

It was 6.30 a.m. when I was woken by a hammering on my door. I quickly dressed and shouted for Alun to come in. He was clearly agitated and refused to sit while I made us both coffee.

Cartography

I write best when I use a fountain pen For then I can best map the rivers of blue (better than black). The eyebrows of ink arching the i's Stroking the t's. As the vein-blue capillaries sink

Warlord

A mercenary, he travelled the land, a sword for hire. Whoever paid enough gold would find a living legend fighting in their army, pushing the men to victory by just his very presence.

Impero

From a class. It's inspired by Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino, and partially based off New York City. It's also part of a "world establishing" thing I'm doing for some writing I plan on doing eventually.

Nothing More

When first you saw me snuff-fuzzy, limp-eyed and first I saw you woe-bedraggled, pain-scoured we knew that two clouds only would converge in great communion to dissipate thereafter

The Automaton ( Part 3)

All's well, then Dianne finds out some disturbing information.

Fence-Sitter

I don’t want to be the rope used in your tug-of-war, Split down the middle of the fence. I don’t want to act amused when you’re a bore, Polite smiles don’t give much suspense.

Wizard Porn Is The Way Forward!

Give me the glass-heeled cripple Who demands the head of the bastard Who has cut out tongues, Thrown bodies into boiling currents,

Werewolf

Terror props up its police state On a throne as bloody as the frenzied slashes Left by the worst kind of werewolf-- One who’s replaced the Monkey’s Paw

Last Blues

Life’s too absurd to know what I believe Love’s too new to need a friend who never says a word And love itself is out for more than blood And time has run again,

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