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The person you love is 72.8% water. ~Alan Fletcher The tide has gone out again, revealing long strips of darkened beach Chipped and scarred by the wind’s rough tongue along shell-soaked gro
Uisge Beatha by NightConservancy
I am your lucid dream. I am the sweaty palmed wakening. I am the swift quickening of your heart Pierced with a scream. I want you to see. I dare you to close your eyes. I dare you to turn of
Nightmare by DesertSiren
I plucked the insects off of the wall they were plucking at, antennae no more than fleshy digits of our infants that we entertain. The concrete was cold, and it didn't belong to summer, and
i by dripping
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Risen by GJ
1. With each step, I grow a beard. With each hat, it grows white. 2. I met myself at 6 years old at a crossroads. He asked me if I were the devil. I kept walking. 3. When asked if I could do
Dimension Four by DaedelusRex
The dusty old book closed with a audible thud, as Richard slammed the worn leather cover shut. He placed the tome in his bottom desk drawer, and traced the glyph that locked it inside before
I Know Where the Wild Things are... by kaville
I dream about writing real people. People with minor foibles, minor senses of importance; moving about in the life they call their own without time to seek inwards. I’m tired of introspectio
The Real People by DaedelusRex
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Gears by GJ
A year to be forgotten. It won't. A year, but only one day. To me. I know, I know those things mattered. But now they're under six feet of your decision. Crazy, yeah it was a time of insanit
Perhaps Even Hope. by Minikay
Bleeding hearts, their gorgeous red, pour liquid Into the snow white valley set between no hills Liquid-hard coating the walls with viscous blooming searing-stream swept away in instants by
Dicentra by Omega
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Why Intellectuals Never Get Laid (Note to a Possible Coitus Opportunity) by AxelRoerdan
What does it take to make a metaphor? My best friend told me I was New Jersey, Where the only thing that matters more than our malls, Are our shows in the city and down the shore; Our late n
to make a metaphor by thatgirlisbones
Clack-clack The sound of the Lobster near Clack-clack The sound of severing limbs Blood slicked floor as the Lobster Blood red, hacks his victim to pieces You know if you hear that sound He
Clack-clack by SecretLobster
Buried in a cocoon of linen Writhing in the quiet darkness Staring at nothing with red, pained eyes Mind clogging with uneasy thoughts Maddening choir of breathing A feeble, silent plead for
That world by Doodlebug
Eyes wide in shock, Jaire struggled with her lungs, willing herself to breathe. Her knees chose that moment to collapse out from under her, hands shaking as she brought them to her face. "Oh
A Handy Proposal :: Conclusion by Jaire