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Trapped into Tranquility
A walk down a nature path led me through some brush. I stepped too close to a blackbirds nest and at me did he rush. I ran, I fled, I waved my arms but nothing seemed to scare, the nasty thing from...
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In the Dark
In the dark, our true minds come out to play. What you see is what you get, and there’s nothing stopping the craziest shit from being created from your imagination. In the dark, our true selves are...
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What’s A Matter? (A retort)
Part 1: Full moons still don’t look full to me. But sitting under the stars with your hand in mine while listening to toads croak and the neighbor’s dog whine underneath the incomplete moon but full...
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Out of touch
Everything moves like a whirlwind around me. My friends are enemies and the ones that mean most to me set me in a hallway full of shit sent to frighten me. Around a corner and a man, blood-faced, grabs...
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My negligence
Hello everyone. It has been a long time, has it not? My negligence has bred a stagnancy within me during the past few months, where I wrote nothing and felt empty inside. Now, I stand here,...
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God Eater
I have hunted my prey for eons—the game never changes. They always plead for mercy. Sometimes I kill them quicker, if their squirming amuses me. The persistent ones, the ones who claim my threats...
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An Ode to the Bicycle
I’m not a brave person. I stayed on the trike for far too long. My cowardice might be a curse and it’s easily reversed by a hit from a bong. There’s nothing better than being stoned and riding my...
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Famine
I sit here Thinking, Writing, Sifting through my void Grasping onto ideas That quickly slip away. Destroyed. Never to be seen Heard Thought Again. My fist is to the desk As my head is to pound. Letters...
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Scream
“Fuck.” The only thought I could conjure through the never-ending pain. I’d love to tell you that this a postmortem epilogue, where I died and my soul is recounting the story of my bi-monthly agony....
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A Prayer
Dear God, stop fucking me. In the name of the father and of the son and the holy spirit, I whispered a prayer but of course you didn’t hear it. I had your Roman Catholic bullshit shoved in my face...
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