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Hallucination
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The voicesA Poem by Desiree SwendsenSitting in darkness,the voices call out his name,the house is empty. |
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Elephant with Many EyesA Poem by Billy SullivantMy mind, which has been blown out from my skull,is wide open. Take a look inside.Now let's take a ride on the elephant with many eyes.Inside the world.. |
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Beneath the Quiver Tree, Augrabies Falls 2012A Poem by Genome EnvyStream of consciousness poem, inspired by a visit to a National Park. |
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Reality?A Story by 4$HMy hand quivered as I forced the cigarette to my mouth and then relaxed as the nicotine surged through my bloodstream. The doom no longer grappled m.. |
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INITIATION ULTIMATE, Chapter 13.1: Narrated by Th..A Chapter by A.M. Victoria (LostWritin..Is Unari the Demon all in Tharseo's head, or does he exist in a human form? |
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ExsanguinateA Poem by Eric PudalovThe experience of dealing with someone personally with a debilitating mental illness. |
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Ghostly FlirtationA Poem by Wicahpimingling with ghostly spirits |
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SynesthesiaA Poem by Eric PudalovInspired by feeling feverish... |
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Enter the VoidA Poem by Eric PudalovLoosely based on the film "Enter the Void" by Gaspar Noé, with a bit of spirituality thrown in. |
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FANDABBYA Poem by Eric PudalovThe answer to a "poetic challenge" (See note below.) |
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FB1-63 "Subdued And Submissive"A Chapter by dw817I listened to the air vent, it’s rhythmic movements, like I was somehow hearing the cheer of a baseball game, and I was soon asleep, right there.. |
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EnchantA Story by Sophie McNI. I had lived in Madison all my life with my mum, dad and little brother Cody. Madison was a small tight-knit village cut off from the s.. |
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Tea TimeA Poem by Vria P Crow"Aroma of blueberry tea..." |
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ProgressA Story by Dakota JeanAs I was on the ride to go see my therapist this morning the pavement split and cracked revealing trees growing from beneath and breaking .. |
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The Fairest of Them AllA Poem by Sophie McNThe apple was plump, ripe, bursting with juicy flesh like the curves of my body that I hide with frilly layered gowns. Sweetness and untai.. |
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Ghost ChildrenA Poem by gabiaimeeThere was a playground next to the cemetery. |
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