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Unexpected gift
Its in the sound I don’t know how it was done but its captured there in that melody with that rhythm its an ascending feeling like an open portal where one can glimpse that miracles are possible hope, open, up hope, open, up bright so like a quick view of the widest horizon infinite sight line oh, that familiar happiness…
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even the candles seem lonely this christmas
(part I) they twinkle light golden blessed through situation of flame and time somehow lonely cold out otherside windowpane resembling all night holding tighty to each white flake from above the sky as if night birds lost wings cold in here the outrageous is desirable the warmth given off is simple and small the light gave…
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mermaid intrepity & bummer the body bag (the beginning)
wobbly gurney a bit rusty and low but other than that and some blood stains bummer the body bag & his friend mermaid intrepity stroll down the oceanside village warm summer day little kids roll on up on bicycles bummer says get out of the way little broad as a 8 year old honks her pink sparkling horn mounted on her pink…
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Zombie/Witch (I)
Wore were shadowed snake skinned pattered scaled yellow-blue velvet. She witch moon-child, gray tones are your silent night spells. This.. my end, I am not my own.. anymore, …no resting deep silence. Several altars the endless night transcends. With bare pillows and fangs exposed your eyes roll over,.. glaze over, and I, I…
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sell the holes in your socks
ran hard held the flame to the shadow crawled when wire came down around the neck turned around blood dripping cold nailed the crucifix heavy like brick trouble she only stands the reflection flaming hair rust in a war for more goodnight you bastards
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She Love's Me, She loves Me Not
She is killing herself, And it's killing me. She says she's already dead. I want her to live. I want her to be happy I want her to care. She loves me, She loves me not. She's emotionally hurt, So she hurts me. She says,"Feel it ? Feel it now? Know it!" "I won't forget, And I will make sure, You never forget." I couldn't…
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The Spirits
I like where this one is headed... Wrote it last night. “The Spirits” So your soul is winded But you’ve not been walking anywhere… You say “I’d give up my habits for forgiveness” Only to swear against redemption Like a kid who just don’t care… Caught you communing with the spirits They brought the rain down forty years and…
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Artistic ideas for framing Maui 98 poster needed
I want to do something different for this one. What I do not want is the standard matting/double matting frame deal. I have one idea that is to have it framed between to pieces of glass with stainless steel holders in each of the four corners. What do you think about a boarder of white or tan sand? In sand at the top would…
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Lily's Grooves- My new children's book about a kitten and a record store
Hi everyone! I thought this would be a good place to post a link to my new children's book, titled Lily's Grooves. The premise of the story is that young couple Carrie and Ed Simon (Named after Eddie and Carrie Brownstein of course!) are preparing to open their new music shop called Grooves. Trouble arises when their…
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Outside Love
on my mind every single day my first thought to my last all I find, other things to say my wish is to go forward and fast I must commit that I can't commit the ultimate crime against the soul to release it before it's ready some things just take their toll a fake smile and an unfeeling kiss a short while and an unappealing…
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Poems from your favorite poets
Go ahead & post 'em. Be sure to give credit. Kansas, of sand plums & muddy rivers from where I come where, once all roads led out, east, west, into high ways & winding sea roads, where Zukofsky up from Willow, Brooklyn Heights, the streets of Gloucester out to Olson, Fort Point, Ruggles at the Cut-Leaf Maples Motel,…
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Looking for More Submissions - Hot Valley Writers
We thought we'd try a theme this time - you're welcome to use it or not. Because this year has been so fantastic - too bad I don't have an irony font - we picked "thankful." We're looking for short fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. If you'd submitted in the past, thank you! If not, give us a chance.
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i want to buy 2018 Chile posters
That's it, movistar arena poster, im searching for, some info? thx.
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The Fence
My mother’s
daughter still my father’s child And my
near-fatal flight from shy to wild A tattered
crow with crippled wings I’ve been
terrible places and seen dark things I’ve tried
to be better, I wanted to care Now Karma has
thrown up her hands in despair I no longer
believe that it’s only a phase I’m long
since living my…
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Calling All Writers! Submit Your Work to Hot Valley Writers!
We're open for our fall issue. Fiction, nonfiction, poetry. You can write about life during quarantine if you'd like, but you can also write about anything. Thanks! Any questions, DM me.
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Stayin' Home
Stayin' Home I wanna roam I wanna go But I don't know I'm stayin' home I wanna scram But goddamn Don't wanna die I'm stayin' home. I wanna split But awe shit No where to go, I'm stayin' home. Stayin' home Stayin' home Stain' home, stayin' home, stayin' home, stayin' home Staying home. WHAAAAAAAAAA gui-tar solo! I wanna…
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The World Under Review.
THE WORLD UNDER REVIEW The thunder sounds ominous tonight. The aggressiveness of posters on other sites Pound the boards and scorch the screen With red-hots pixels that burn my eyes. Death, lies, and and trying times Leave me picking the lint from between the keys And I'm not sure which is more important Or if there's a…
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Wattle
Wattle I got wattle up my nose I got wattle 'tween my toes And it ain't even raining As everybody knows Wattle Wattle Should I quit the bottle? Wattle Wattle Yes I think ya ought'll
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our grass is dead thanks
clang clang clang clang soundings backyard small metal chimes shit for brains everyday cancerous crisp all gone this one from emeralds none tribal drums it aint fucking right our rainforest's napalm breath got you some bastard fucker living in fear dead whales floating a crying child where fading birds can't fly nothing to…
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early valentine's day wound for pete's sake (nasty ass mesh-related infection & love)
a poem written for her by me, chadwick. this short story tells of a diabolical umbilical hernia, bullshit mesh-related infected guts, intense emergencies, professional foolery, hideous & insidious alliances, abdominal wall reconstruction, synthetics, embedded biological matrices, good car rides, all around kindness & love…