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This in all honesty is something I am fairly proud of. It was an assignment I did back in 2008 for my U.S. Gov't class. You may find it rather enterta..
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This was a nightmare I had several years ago and wrote down before I forgot. Yes, it is very strange and yes, it does not make sense.
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Fluttering
from the bookshelvesFalling
to the floorPick
one upOpen
a door
Pages
holding thoughtsInked
in black memoryWaiting
to be readFingers..
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Struggling
silent whispering,
my
repulsive lust for yesterday.
Luscious
diamonds devour iron emotion
ravenous
for bitter blood.
Black
t..
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Running, you see for the
Fox is free,
She’s running away from
her captor.
On her feet she’s light
and silent as night,
But she&r..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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The night is dark, cold,
Still.
Wind blows, leaves
straggle through the streets,
Obsession over
takes everything.
A lone man walks the side
roa..
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One of the few poems I will ever write a description for. It is simply to describe to my readers that this is what my imagination is to me, what I use..
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Purple whispers of yesterdaydevour the shadow of beautiful mystery.But life and death age with solitude,neither a kiss nor a tear can fathom
the enem..
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Black
night stretching
out
upon the solitude
of
Death’s realm.
Icy
voices and frozen
moonlit
dreams hang
between
human touch
and
sl..
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