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Cursed

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Shyness was a curse Laid at your door When you were young No more than four The scene was set For years to come Pain and regret Your nerves to numb...
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Two Minutes to Midnight - Opening Chapter

A friend of mine once told me a schoolyard legend that would grow with each passing season. The legend of a man of the forest; as quick as the wind...
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Water

Thanks to Luigi for encouragement to try the form.

Stalker Love Story, Part Three: Down, but not broken

It had been almost a week since I last saw Arthur. It would be weird going back to him, like the anxious feeling when you miss a week of school...

Stalker Love Story, Part Two: Cardboard Heart

Sunday afternoons always moved a bit slower than the other days. It was the only day of the week when Arthur didn’t do much. He would sit, watch...
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Politicians Progress

Politicians Progress. Vanity Blair and his silly grin spouse Decided one day to buy a new house, They put down some money All sweetened with honey...

Epitaphs in Verse - Reflections in the Eyes of a Poet

The eyes behind a head inclined reflect a universe Of shanty towns and kings in crowns and parties in a hearse, Of heaping mounds of coffee grounds...
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Stalker Love Story, Part One: Beach

Some called it obsession. They were right, I was sick. His name was Arthur. To most people he wasn’t much to bat an eye at but he was the apple of my...
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