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The crisp water spraysOnto my cold stung face.The simple pattern of theSwaying waves. Back and forth in this simple patternSways the fragile, graying boat.In its fight against the harsh waters In the depths below.Lurking and waiting for aBoat the likes of mine, To …
On the corner of a dusty town lived an old woman, with silky-silver hair that lunged past her shoulders, but which she kept tucked neatly in a bun that resembled iced cinnamon rolls. When she was a younger woman, her …
“Poe hoped success there (in the military) would prompt Allen to make him his heir. But Poe’s sympathetic foster mother was now dead, and Allen was out of patience with his foster son…. he dashed Poe’s hopes for an inheritance.” …
What is the smallest thing?Perhaps the carbon molecule that sitsAtop her diamond dimpled ring?Though I sincerely voice my doubts;For that cannot be the smallest thing. If a universe lay in its infinitesimal bowels, I reckonA billion or more such rings much …
Convince yourself you’re going to go. That’s the first step. You won’t want to at first; you’ll want to stay at home and read; or stay at home and watch television; or do anything, really, that involves staying at home. …
Our beautiful bull-faced beast,Thundering masterpieceOf Semele and sky god.The twice-born god came to us,Escaped Hera’s havocTo wander the world with us.Intoxicated by his sight,We take to hills.We Are the Raving OnesDancing by torchlight In mountains at midnight.In our ivy crownsWe bow …
It’s late, and my phone rings. She’s crying. She tells me she’s sorry. I’m dazed and confused by this. She can’t be with me and she’s sorry. The line goes cold. It was another day in the gym, nothing too …
Of every lesson I last to learn,And all the tales I live to tell,I hope I share some wisdom well-earned,To help one soul who in common fell.To help them know that it’s hard to see,Unlikely to know and impossible to …
A piano plays an enchanting lullabyEach key attempting to pronounceThe trance of far off wanderers,The beat of their hearts it counts.Appearing delicately in the mindA secret healing told through talesEach note exuding a trance,A sound that moves through a sea …
These momentsThis is why I am okay falling for someone againI have been hurt countless timesBut when I find someone like youSomeone that makes me dance around the houseSomeone who makes my heart beat a bit faster These are the moments …