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The broken bottle
A Poem by
Hayden McCain
My idea and fear of falling into the confines of a relationship
Lying in a broken bottle
A Story by
Hayden McCain
Three soldiers after being bludgeoned by a barrage of the other side of the coin. Now lie within the confines of an enigma. And that enigma is how are..
Washed upon the shores of war
A Chapter by
Hayden McCain
Gazing down at the rapid raspberry ripples of ravishing red wine divinely doused in my dying days of darkness . Subtly swirling me back to those t..
Lying in a broken bottle
A Book by
Hayden McCain
After a devastating battle we’re left with three sole survivors who are are stuck in the clutches of inevitable.
Lying among mournful mounds
A Poem by
Hayden McCain
I lonesomely lay amongst the mournful mounds of mud and clay. Ghastly growing grim and grey . Inattentively tumbling down towards tears ...
Stiffened streams
A Poem by
Hayden McCain
The stiffened star strummed streams of half hummed hopes and dismally dismantled dreams. Wistfully washing through the withering woodland..
The reflection of time
A Poem by
Hayden McCain
Time is only a continuous mocking mirror that forever reflects back to when your feebleminded feet timidly took those first noble steps..
The flickering light
A Poem by
Hayden McCain
Fantasy frequently fades into the tender shattered shades of time . as the petals of the present pass their prime . And willingly wither a..
The blank page called life
A Poem by
Hayden McCain
Life is like a blank page roughly wrinkled in withering white. Begrudgingly bearing it’s abandoned brand of belittlement . Which o..
A broken record
A Poem by
Hayden McCain
The only lesson I have learned is that everything was meant to burn . Leaving in it’s ashes the repeating rueful record tha..
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