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It was one of those strange Bits of fate. I was standing; somewhat Slumped over the wooden Railing--for once I wasn't Upset, or regretting somet..

Alone in the House The wind breaking against the window Against the door Whistling like an old lover Who has come back once more. There is n..

A fictitious conversation about the true account of my grandfather's car accident/drowning in 1953.

One brother attempting to teach his younger brother about what dead means

The dark barks and I can almost hear it bite Below my ear. Sharp and scraping, I want to bite my lip To taste what blood comes, And not the ..

The true tale of my night in jail...I know tale means untrue, but hey it rhymes with jail...

I couldn't stand to watch them take her Hoisting her up on high shoulders Dragging her away As though no one in the world Had ever loved her. She..

Story about ex lovers, one of them facing death, the other holding their hand...

She wants to love Because she's had the rest. Her head hits the pillow And leaves it Just as quickly. She doesn't miss the Indentation left b..

It was him, the black hair, Black eyes, dark skin. I knew the way he liked his Coffee in the morning, The way he brushed his teeth And gargled ..