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Seemingly SomethingA Poem by Winslow Des TotesOxymoron's from a hypocrite. |
Me in the MomentA Poem by Winslow Des TotesShort little ditty :) |
ODD WORK OF ART.A Poem by Terry CollettAN ASSASSIN AND HIS ODD WORK OF ART. |
Nothing in the ThreshholdA Poem by Curiosity's VirtuosoPoem about an insane murderer |
Imagine ThatA Poem by Michal AdamsI had the words imagine that stuck in my head. ... And yes, I may have been feeling a little depressed at the moment. |
skeletons have boyfriends tooA Poem by freelancejousterlaughing, smiling,she plops onto his lap,eskimo kisses himand wraps her big fluffy scarf around his neck.he shifts her,grimacing,then returns her fadi.. |
Some Gots It - Some Don'tA Poem by Elephants & CoyotesA kiss so strangeOn eager lips,Fitting oddly,And, somewhat, damply.So, I kiss back,The way I like.You pick up so very quickly. |
How to shuffle off this mortal coil in 30 minutes ..A Story by Matt WintersA story of a man in the brief moments between death and the afterlife. I was trying to see if I could create a story in less than 1000 words; this re.. |
sick, twisted puppyA Poem by freelancejoustersadistic smilesstretched too tighton fragile faces.leering overbed frameswhere innocentvictims are sleepingsoundly.so obvious, is sleep.and they watch.. |
Tenderly, RoughlyA Poem by Winslow Des TotesI don't know, something that probably should've stayed in my head but simply couldn't due to a build up of certain types of frustrations. ;) |
THE INTERVIEWEEA Story by LeeLee RyderA story inspired by my theatrical dance piece I performed at an equity waiver theatre in LA. |
quixoticA Chapter by freelancejousterand hebowed far too low so that the brim of his hat brushed the swept dirt of the floor; his grin was something else, a cross between .. |
Crippling Intrigue (DISCONTINUED)A Book by McKinleyAA man sees strange lights in his neighbor's home, and decides to investigate. (Title might change along the way, I just thought this sounded cool lol.. |
love me for meA Poem by LostandForgottenLove me for who I amnot what you wish I would be.Can you not see the fear in my eyes as I confront you, waiting for your words to rip holes in my skin.. |