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Don't Test MeA Chapter by MKZKind of...a horror, some blood and goer. |
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BloomA Poem by ranscanGazing deep in to the dream of your bloom,as tendrils of your essence entwine with flesh and soul,til transfixed in the ever tightening embrace,fear is bled away in jeweled perfumed tears,to feed the .. |
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Call of the Night BloomA Poem by ranscanA flower in the night, calling for a touch, to turn the universe, over on its mind.Whispering to the evening,wild new moon eyes,hunting in the fall of light,for the loving kind.For perfume in the kiss.. |
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FlagsA Poem by ranscanWinners, do you identify, with the breeze passing by,the flap of the flag, the battle cry,done and over before the echos die.Pride in events that like shifting sand,leave no memory in the seconds of m.. |
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Sealed With a KissA Poem by ranscanYour everyday beauty,lit by an empty smile,that's been ground down,welcome to an empty place,for the dollars that flow,In hopes of redemption,for the slavery to art,or to some hope of a promise,that s.. |
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In the Wind of my TearsA Poem by ranscanIn the wind of my tears,the memory smears,til muted to pastels of pain,which only panics my fears,as each fire sears,the heart's innocence over and over again.Will the branch finally break,under the p.. |
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In a Scent of Desire's ShadowA Poem by ranscanWithin the bloom innocent,the sweet blush of longing calls,dressed in a scent of desire's shadow,with flashes of eager caution,not lost in the turmoil of twilight's fall.The day brought no lover,only .. |
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Sushis EndA Poem by ranscanAfter the sushi's done,and the beer is waning,while the summer sun,waits unabating,thoughts rise to greet,the kindness abstaining,Sunday free day,time I am disdaining.And in the still,the flame in the.. |
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Like New ShoesA Poem by ranscanLike new shoes,shining steps each,not quite comfortable,gracing tall the flesh and mind clear.New moon left,the hot summer night,waiting in the made cool,for a taste and some zeal rolling eights on si.. |
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Almost MidnightA Poem by ranscanIts almost midnight and here I sit, daddy has a new pair of shoes, but no energy to dance around, on a thursday soon friday wave. And its been so long, since I opened the door to magic,the chance to .. |
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The Blushing SkyA Poem by ranscanKissing the blushing sky,shaggy headed lover,untouched by the scathing,heated voices of disenchantment,of the nonexistent breeze.Awaits the torrid touch,of cool beauty's whispers,to free the dreams,an.. |
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Dark Rust TearsA Poem by ranscanDark rusk tears,from black eyes,stain the watching skin,as passed by.By the uncaring,and the unwary,on their way,to drinks and lies.Unseen by time,the same unchosen view,of seasons screams,and confuse.. |
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Welcome the GoodbyesA Poem by ranscanWelcome the goodbyes,which like the sun,invading the mornings rise,adds the sweetness to the dream.Now disturbed mid kiss,clinging to the embracing dark,evaporating with the mist,of the hearts beating.. |
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Another DayA Poem by ranscanAnother dayand as the night grows coldI wonder,will the snows fly and fleestill to find,me waiting at the gate unreadyto take a step,castigated in permutations endlessand in the end,too kind to move a.. |
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Red VelvetA Poem by ranscanRed velvet and shadows,draped across the unyielding,reality of flesh,caught in a moment.No bare projection,of emotive meaning,nor measured steps,of naked truth.More flame than fire,pageant moving befo.. |
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The Beauty and the Bar (II)A Story by C PerilWhat Mila didn't know is that, only four years ago, Jason was a man of some significance. He had been quite a prominent lawyer, aiding in a key trial which had set a precedent helping to end the depor.. |
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What's Its NameA Poem by Earl SchumackerFreedom on the wire |
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Oh God DamnA Poem by Benoh god damn my style that never was turned into a mere brandoh, the tacit succinct gleam of my smile is my conceit of my self?Pull you see that seam little thread that underlining line holding it allt.. |
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Don’t walk.......A Poem by tp340Do you feel like a door mat? |
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