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A short horror story, just in time for Halloween, inspired by an flu bug I recently had
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One of my older poems, but has a special place in my heart.
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I'm having a truth pulled out.
It's been causing me discomfort,
and they say it has to go.
I protest,
saying I don't mind,
and it doesn't hurt ..
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The erratic static
of my neon nightlight,
keeps me buzzing
like an insect all night.
I sit here trembling
in the alien glow,
while my mind is ..
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From the dark,
A Spark,
echoes forth.
Into the night,
bringing delight,
of a new birth.
Brings a new scope,
a new hope,
for us all.
Won't b..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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I am the product of Industry,
break these chains and set me free.
I am the dirt that goes unseen.
Always sterile, never clean.
We're all cogs, we'..
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You electrify me,
filling me with energy;
every time that
you make contact.
My body reacts,
contracts and twitches.
Sparks fly,
and overload
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Paranoid:Everyone's letting me down.
Aggraphobic: Fearing to wander round town.
Overly aggresive: I won't turn the other cheek.
Antisocial behaviou..
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A pantoum I created for a contest on the deviantart website.
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I took a left at the Junction.
I never saw the old lady,
until it was too late.
I was imprisoned,
for reckless driving.
When I got out,
her gran..
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