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The Paths of the StarsA Poem by LexyI just want to walk;to keep on walkingand I wonder how far I would get to gobefore I'd have to turn around.However, I'm no Forrest Gump.I couldn't wal.. |
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Dead SS Soldier at Canal, Dachau, GermnayA Poem by Lexybased on a photograph by Lee Miller |
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Then the Light Turned Green and my Bus Drove AwayA Poem by LexyThis homeless woman throws her empty Poland Spring water bottle onto the sidewalk. It rolls down the ramp but gets cau.. |
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What Does Hers Look Like?A Poem by LexyThe silver ring sits on his finger, its shine like a quarter moon on a clear September night. He does nothing to draw.. |
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Read Me: The Unabridged Written Works of The Renai..A Book by Verandah-MaureenPurchase "Read Me" here: https://www.createspace.com/3821001 |
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More Than BeforeA Poem by Defender Of Man"I'mmoving to a mythological island, to find what I'll miss", he saidBut Idon'tthink I'll miss anythingBecause everything looks like dead leavesAnd ro.. |
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Auto Air Condition Powered by Candy BarsA Story by Stephen J. VattimoA humorous short story about harnessing a child's hyper activity. |
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High DeafA Story by Stephen J. VattimoHumorous short story about cable service. |
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XA Poem by Defender Of ManThe reason is....Was that a questionAnother questionI dont knowIt was a reply, not an answerWhat is this aboutQuestioning to investigate the reasonRea.. |
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SpentA Poem by Marina RoseTime is spentunfolded,melting into itself.Roots, like an oak,extend from me,a tired stretch.They coil themselvesaround you,catching your skin.A sluggi.. |
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Gossamer BlushA Poem by Marina RoseThe dawn of Octoberstains my palmshow the nicotine stains your teeth.The cinnamon leavesstorm aboutraking your dusty lashes, like stalks of fruit.Oche.. |
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The DreamerA Poem by Amber NguyenThere is a cold silence in this geometric haven of mine.My focus is based solely on the waves of fabric rushing over top of my tired skin.The more I c.. |
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The End of MeA Poem by Marina RoseOne day my breath will catchin my throat, foreverand my blood will run coldand although I will feeleverythingslipping through my fingersI will be para.. |
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The HarlotA Poem by Marina RoseTired eyesshame envelops her body, like gauzeshoulderblades dripping with chagrin, a tattered pair of wings.Freckles dot her nose, a miniature map,san.. |
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MetamorphoseA Poem by Marina RoseThese hollow bonesare shaking, shaking;boundless seas of skeletonsquake beneath my heels.Fear saturates my skin:it chokes, it curls- an inevitableforc.. |
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Something AmissA Poem by Marina RoseDo your lungs feel heavy,weighed down with sand?Has it slowed your breathingnearly to a stop?And your throat,is it all cut up?Those unkind grains ofsa.. |
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FragmentedA Poem by Marina RoseIt is almost cruelhow the scent that your skin lefton my sheetsstill finds a way to charm my dreams.The fragments of youwith which I shamelessly decor.. |
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