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You’re On Your Own
Poem on Life and Love When I tried to sort it out I rationalized the cause With doubt in my mind And now I’m caught Watching a feather fight Under the weight of...
Perpetual Agony
Poem Dragging through perpetual agony I crave for that familiar feel Surfing through the layers I dip into the marsh mellow cake Sparkling in the depths Are those ever expressive eyes I plunge...
Are You Ready for the Day
Love Poems I cannot rule your destiny, not even mine, I cannot give you hope, it’s so divine, I cannot make your dreams come true, forgive, I wish I could… but life is...
The Outside – Part One
Short Fiction With little knowledge of the outside, I stare helplessly at the city gates. Stumbling onto the platform, only a few stragglers continue their shushed conversations. I motion toward John, who rallies...
Forgotten Memories
Poem About Identity Silent echoes of forgotten memories Wake me in very deep, sound dreams Take me back to songs of emotions Take me far into penetrating reveries What makes me who I...
Colors I Cannot See
Poem Looking out the window I wish I could go there Just for a moment Just to try it To live in a different shade To walk around Or fly above ground And hear...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 7
Serial Fiction He kept after York with more vigor and enthusiasm after he started seeing through his many masks. York noticed his change of spirit and appreciated it. He shared his opinion that there were...
Mirror and Reflection
Poem Mirror and reflection of the good and the bad In this world, which is so falsely clad. What you see, and what you hear, might not be the truth in the rear....
Ex-Girlfriend
Free Form Poetry Something you take for granted Shines brighter on someone else’s doorstep Makes you want to get it back The light dims — you’re fooled. The party sounds tap your feet,...
A Corner In Me
Poem About Life Swirling through the streams of my blood, there was a deep voice that struck. Numbered breaths of smoke and lust, Numbered breaths of fresh, green crust. Numbered things under money’s...
