Why does God send trials
Are you wondering why you always get tested and tryed.
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AFTERTASTE
A family leave a house that has been a home for generations and all that they know behind to start a new life Downside - opportunities galore but how will it end?
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Flows To The River, Flows To The Sea -
Dark/Grunge influenced poem
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Stern
I bend to read the note. Between heads and arms and fingers I catch the gist and imagine. Small, concentrated brush strokes swish across stretched canvas. A furrowed brow easing
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Sonnet Between
Shall I compare you to a winter's night? You are more cold and again more bitter: Rough winds do not cause you worry or fright, and summer puts sour your icy glitter:
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Roads by Night
Roads by night, stars clustered in nests guide my dusty footprints home. I long to be there now, my head's a mess. The moon glints through branches of distressed
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Red
Sending her off all scarlet and caped, bound to be taken, eaten or raped: Filthy little slut and only fifteen, glossing her mouth with a lusty sheen: Off to feed the wolves you go,
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Ray's House
Hearts quickening beneath nylon school blazers. Clenching fists held against prickling hips as we reached the creaking gate that let you know you had reached Ray's house.
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My Poor Eye
This is the tale of my poor eye, shining with blood, defiant, dry. In a darkened room, a clunk of heat increases my shivers, love's defeat. His jutting knuckles, bruised and raw,
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Morning Papers
I can't stop walking. Street after street not registering. Wooden benches mossy with damp don't stop me. Gusts encircle my strides that refuse to slow, to bend their will
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