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  • Closer Than Expected

    We sway gently back and forth; your head lay gingerly on my shoulder. The smell of your body has pushed through the perfume you spritzed this morning, and I breathe you in. Music pulses gently in my ear as I begin to drift away. We continue rocking; I ...

  • Christina Ricci

    Behave, but its better to never obey, Detour, delay, Christina Ricci, my 8 yr. old self wanted Wednesday Way back in the day, hey, I had Peachy facial hair and a short Buzz cut, I would watch the Addams Family for a glimpse Of her black lips, plump n&#...

  • Impending

    Quiet. Too quiet. Sounds from the mainland were muffled. The lights in the distant city’s skyscrapers still blazed brightly enough for those of us on the island to see them. But the sounds that normally drifted our way were noticeably absent. Dense f...

  • Money

    He works hard. His house is filled with art. Diamonds spill from his pretty wife’s jewelry box. His children’s beds are coated in a thick layer of stuffed toys. At fifty-two his heart stops and so does he. A life filled with everything and ...

    • Author: inky blue
    • Posted 2 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Procrastination

    This is yet another distraction. A sideways thought trailing off from my intended destination. It is past midnight. I won’t leave until this is done. The work is due in by the end of this week, I’ve known this since January but if I had don...

    • Author: Lighty
    • Posted 2 months ago.
  • Outcast (Mature)

    I get that you’re happy, your life is so fine It’s rosy and bright and nice Well mine’s not so perfect, yet you’re taken aback When your greeting is met with ice How can a man succeed in his craft With two lovers across the way?...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted 2 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Staggering

    Hunger consumes this wasted body A man of skin stretched o’er his bones Food becomes ash with each bite taken Yet onward play the drones Poisonous sip – no: reckless draught Partook the man once of desire Flooding his veins so sick with hat...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted 2 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Salty Sea-doggerel

    The grass is pale brown by the edge of the sea; it rustles and scrapes in the wind, brushing against the gray stones. The best stones are those nearest the water, and their words fade quickest, worn by the spray. Far back from the water’s edge, i...

  • oh Sleep, Where Art Thou Once Again

    It’s four am I cannot sleep I cannot think, I cannot weep There is no heaviness in my lids No sleepy sand, which to get rid I sit here wanting, needing sleep But where oh where are those damned sheep I do belieive the wolves have come and gobble ...

  • Self- Distruction (repost)

    Rest Calmly you say Every thought a haunting Leaving an emptiness so deep Now oceans apart Seeking what we must Ever Apart for the best Yet love still lingers It was real you see At least it was for me Searching for beauty On distant shores In waves ...

  • Summer heat and Mosquitos (Mature)

    Summer brings it’s humid heat Amidst the sun and clouds A lovely day for tea thats sweet And far away from crowds A gentle breeze across my chest A tingle it does bring Across my bare and naked breast Exposed for you they sing The humid air doth ...

  • Survival Against the Odds

    We used to roam these woods and forests freely. We outnumbered our predators. Our dens were safe and secure and our pups grew and thrived. We balanced the world. The Elk and the deer flourished as we did. There was no disease and over population in our...

  • Remains of the Hot Day

    The day is hot. Spot, every spot heated up, up, up. Down, down beats the brightness from the hole in the sky. Air rises. Hope falls. I love it! From craggy perch to rustling weeds I get to flit. I get. I flit. I flop and flap. I chortle and giggle. All...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted 2 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Sum Of All Things

    When I look at my body I see 0, a large oval that with age and calories has become soft and plump, I think about how my body has always been a number. In my teen years I was very much a 1. I wasn’t happy, stick thin and no lady lumps, I felt out ...

  • The Warning

    If ever I am subject to those notes again I swear I’ll dig your heart out with my fav’rite pen I’ll place it on the table, staining every page Until it’s beating ceases, naught will quell my rage

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted 2 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Happy to be Absent

    I’ve always loved to listen in And never seen it as a sin The words so lovely echo ’round I smile at the sound Events are meant for invitees And often I’ve been one of these With no intent my friends to grieve I smile when I leave I&#...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted 2 months ago.
  • Effigy

    Why does the writer mourn? His hands and pen doth make no mark His mind is shadowed in the dark Demeanor thus forlorn, Why does the writer mourn? Why does the writer weep? The pages bleed and ink runs wet He stays alone where he is set Such secrets dot...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted 2 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Invisible Woman wore a Red Dress

    The invisible woman wore a red dress. Unseen. Unremarkable. Dazzling red. Worn like a secret, a threat to suppress. A code to decipher. A natural mess. Was she somebody’s damsel? A princess on fire? Or fierce like a dragon unfed with desire? Beau...

    • Author: Imdolien
    • Posted 2 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Breathless Tales and Dusty Trails

    Heaving and panting down the country road Kevin and Robert kicked up as much dust as a whole mess of hounds. Delbert brought up the rear, choking on dust and attempting to halt the other two. “You idgits!” Delbert rasped, “You dag-gum...

  • The Welcome Inn (1)

    It is halfway through my shift when a flame-bearded man stomps into the pub, drawing the gaze of every patron and briefly silencing the gentle chatter. He sits on the stool nearest the beer taps with clear intent. ‘Um, hi there, what can I get yo...

  • Conflict: By Instinct

    This was unexpected. I reflexively sprayed the three in front of me with a flurry of razor-sharp crystals and backed off. They reacted realistically, shielding themselves well. Studying the ripple of ice shards across the blue-tinged surfaces, I made m...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 2 months ago.
  • Conflict: On Balance

    I put down the bottle and faced her, my weapon out but pointing down in a defensive posture. She engaged to tie up my weapon and fired a quintuplet of orange bolts like the ones she’d used earlier. I cut through her attack and batted the fiery bo...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 2 months ago.
  • Conflict: Forged in Fire

    My finely tuned senses picked up her throwing something long and thin with magical assistance, and my off-hand caught a length of varnished bamboo – a training implement. She dipped a chin at me. “If we’re going to work together, I ne...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 2 months ago.
  • Dad

    Even the all-powerful Sylvia wrote about her Daddy and how she didn’t like his German tongue or mind… or the rest of his body. And I will admit, it’s hard to search through the piles of files in my molted brain to find bad memories...

  • Not Yet

    Morning found me drunk with sleep, head spinning with exhaustion It crept beneath my eyelids, peering in with little caution And pushing them awake divorced my eyes from furtive dreams To witness neither morning nor its sun-enchanted beams A murky ...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted 2 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
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