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Broken Dream
I came so innocent as a child such wild and fanciful play I would often tiptoe in the night staying long into the day * Fortresses queen I’d be sea castles in my mind and as I older grew I toyed in...
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Beast Below
The beast he calls to me. Gnawing about far below. It spells voracious hunger. Of defense I little know. Scraping out of need; I struggle to resist. “I am too young you fiend,” “…but this you...
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My Damned Pen
The black penumbra grows rising, rising, rising greying forms its shadow pages turn unclear misled me from the light penetrating screams are near begs a blood curdling plea from where I do not know...
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Reaping the Harvest
There was beauty here they’d say the remains are black charred crows because of that horrific day nothing green dares to grow * corn stood tall and harvest ready livestock munched on fresh-cut hay our...
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Beneath the Tree
December a month of hopefuls romance fragrant like a rose dreams from the sky blow lacy snowflakes danced gracing eyelashes kissed away in a magical embrace beneath the living Christmas Tree * The new...
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The Bowl
A bowl filled with liquid; it had always been so. The bowl looked as if it was heavy needing a substantial stand and yet it was suspended just feet above the foliage that caressed its underside. It...
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Got Milk?
Pushed to the edge of despair this rocky place offers no hope fear lapping ankles around against empty waters we grope * silent, though nothing is still fear pounds loudly our hearts no where have we...
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Pointed Ends
“9-1-1? I am calling about three, maybe four people who have been abducted. I can tell you where they are.” “Let me get your name, number you are calling from and location.” “Oh okay.” I tried to take...
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Iniquity’s Marathon
Separate, the chasm widens where you were you are not now and there is none left to save you your guts are pierced like a bloated sow * Once you walked on wild flower fields pink and reds beckoned to...
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The Other Side of Bethlehem
Soft caressing satin sheets the finest weave laid out awaiting our grey mistress today the surroundings a lowly cave but tomorrow she says ” it will be a palace” for she is deserved of the world’s best...
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