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Devil?

I am holding hands with a Devil on a Spring Sunday Afternoon. It is not for the first time and it will certainly not be the last. We have walked...

KIDS.

I watched the movie KIDS(1995) tonight. Its probably been one of my favorites since sophmore year of high school when a friend who I could probably...

The Gods Will Adapt: Aphrodite

She teeters on the edge of her bar stool scouting out beautiful people for her friends and self You barely know her but you’re crying on her shoulder...

Him

Him. He was so beautiful. It used to make me so sad; seeing him and not being able to touch him. I just wanted to sweep my fingertips across the...

Scribbles From the End: Apocalypse Love

The government is coming back today. Their great black bulldogs are coming, Trundling into our grey city And turning its ashy bones to splinters...

Strange Little Creature

Author's Note: This poem was inspired by this piece , courtesy of the the wonderful kapanihan . Check her out! ________________________________...

Glass Cage

In my glass cage it will be a cold day in hell that I escape a bead of sweat drips down my face the toxic smell of grease paint fills my torchured...
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A Morning in the Life of Many Ordinary People

Five - Matthew My head feels pretty bad when I try to open my eyes. Try being the operative word. I can barely see. I think it's still dark but it's...

Souls in Search

People are not of lonely souls Attachment is a subconscious goal Yet some are brought up thinking differently Life is good and without persons, it...

To Love Is a Lesson

Mistakes can drive towards self-discovery Intuition is not always of reliability Constant analysis must be taken to heart All just to learn how to...