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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…
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smaller written things
it isn't into a spyglass it is written this form but on the waves of conscientiousness a book parallels like a thought dropped formative the belief the written path a planet forms overnight for a god for us a plant the smaller creations black sometimes is the wall a definitive separation from white but black argumentably…
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Farrant of the Shadows
New song today. Here are the words: the theme is spoof folk-horror. Google David Farrant and the Highgate Vampire and get the feel. Come all ye moonbarkers, and list while I rave of the movings of marble and gapings of grave; Of the tree creak, the owl screech, and Hecate apparent; Come list while I sing of the night, and…
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After the Wind Cries Mary
AFTER THE WIND CRIES MARY After all, It was the jets that went into the boxes, And the crowds, they had all gone home, And you could no longer hear happiness, Only the staggering numbness of being alone. The room, Is spinning into a prism. It's but a reflection of yesterday's life Somehow, it all seems so pointless And…
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not the end (part I)
close my casket pull the plug to the sea please kiss what were our dreams just allow me to rest beneath what are now all your seasons gather those old playing cards shuffle the deck cut away from everything in time collect yourself all the months later have slipped away your tired eyes open like the cold earth you are…
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poem - shut the fuck up & read the fuckin thing
another open sun after night flew away rising different always like today her empty garden disappeared because it never was & like that one no one answers the orchid far away having tears something like a cloud falling on surf further each day loneliess created nothing inside oh but how treetops look locked in her prison…