'The Gentle Giant'
I’d not realised before how tall he was – six feet four, at least.
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Welsh prounciation, simplified?
Are you scared of words like Llŷn, Llanelli, or Llandrindon? …
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WE MUST KEEP GOING!!
Brussels is frightening!!!
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Goth Girl Gone Runway Chapter One
Well, to explain how this happened I guess I have to start with how I got kicked out of my school. I was in a public school and thanks to my dad got kicked out. Yeah, all his fault.
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Against All Odds
Laying in a hospital bed, Fighting to stay alive, Friends and family preparing for the worst, Odds against me to survive, My eyes close, Images then appear, A multitude of memories,
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The Fairies Will Fly Tonight
In the deepest depths of the Forest there was much darkness.
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The Irony of hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (the fear of long words)
Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia is the fear of long words. No, I'm not kidding. It's as if the creator(s) of this word was (were) playing a cruel joke on those whom suffer from it.
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The Show (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)
Look at me now, As I walk down, All eyes are on me, The center of attention, My long, shiny hair, Entrancing eyes, My sexy curves and figure, Beauteous smile, Look at me,
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The Surreal Monologue of a Baby Grand Played… in Sexual Minor
What frisks Maestros upon this, these slits between white, black raised, inner ivory chest nibbed with shrill ebony tinge? It is all about the tone of cracks…
TATTOOED BONES
Tattooed Bones. I want to be Alone. Each time I say it, I Tattoo it in my Bones. I’m searching for something Half-remembered, Half Created, A Union stronger than a coupling.
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