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The Grave Beckons ol' grey bones was surely callin' and this life was sadly drawin' nothin' much to keep us from fallin' losin' touch w..

Behind Closed Doors silky as the night the lovers did twirl chasing love's kiss behind a locked door gaining on their passion desire..

All as it Seems the white horse walked down near the stream on his back sat a girl all pretty and serene she gazed at the water ref..

A Taste for Hopefulness the void is awaiting us to step ever closer unto it's nothingness, we are merciless to this vacuum unless we've f..

A poem of Sleep Go, fly into thy sheets and shut tight thy tired eyes. Grip, thy dreams with all thy might and rest in total delight.....

Flying Toward Something winged and in-flight nothing to hinder nor steal this night stars overhead and moon aglow flying aimless and in..

Louse Minded spinning wildly, my mind's a madhouse, going into thought and racing all about nothing's toosane within the brain of a numbed..

Written for the contest Please Explain 5.

Written for the contest Please Explain 5.

Life is Killing Us walking down the street I saw an eagle overhead, he winked to say "this life is killing us, everyone" then he fle..