Tagged: anger

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Smoking Spectators

Short Story   I was with Slick, smoking pot. We were hotboxing my car in the Kroger parking lot. It was dark out, around ten o’clock at night, and we were very high. My...

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Anger Revealed

Sometimes I want to burn them all, to wash away all the dirt beneath their dirty feet, make them fall and fall, from the cliffs; into waters underneath. Anger is my God! I pray...

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Ghosts

Poem Light on the leaves Beams through the trees Footsteps gentle on the grass Dreams blurring Memories stirring Subdued feelings in the landscape Ghosts we knew Walking with us as we grew The cast...

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Mother of Disappointments

Short Story   Jess stumbled breathlessly up the stairs, dragging her suitcase behind her, with difficulty. As heavy and cumbersome as a corpse, Jess pulled her baggage over the last two steps and the...

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Poem About Heartbreak   Is it easier to lie with words or with silence to sleep in a bed over and over whilst our minds race elsewhere with other people other places as ideas...

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Let It Lie

Anger Poems   I killed a dream dead with my own two hands Wielding the knives of my sentences As you sat across, unsuspecting Letting me overpower you My emotional instability no match for...

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Punk Poet

I’m freshly germinated, I’m learner plated, regurgitating circa eighties post punk poetry, trying to see how many times I can fit fuck into a sentence until I’m saying it – relentlessly. Fuck you! Fuck me!...