On boulevards of broken dreams where the sidewalk ends touched again by memories only to end as a fantasy with a broken heart and wrinkle nose from the incense, I suppose, knowing how this symphony ends on boulevards of broken dreams
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Browse newly submitted storiesMemories of conversations and a penny's worth of sawdust. Is there a heaven? Mom said there was. With unicorns and porch swings. She would take me in her arms and hug me. Touching my cheek with her tears as she passed, with a penny's worth of sawdust in h...
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Death takes no middle ground I might as well be a ghost running helter skelter between late and early past my epithet as I pull a rabbit out of the hat feeling not afraid but pocket lint has no place in my soul or emptiness leaving me half full
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My soul is my gothic violin with the bow of the picador played softly in solo in the world of my dark oyster warming my marrows blood running cold in a caravan with a melody of strings and the madness it brings fathoms deep among the dead... my soul is my...
You lied to me, spinning tales so grand. You mistreated me, leaving scars on my hands. You promised me things you had no right to You let me love and hate you and told me we were through. You made plans time and again and never showed. You tried to appeas...
Moonlight dancing over silent waters gently flowing over soft quarters across stones and leaves of caravels cascading over the water mill of my mind as heaven in all its glory shines lighting the golden pond with the water that has past gently flowing ove...
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Wine or Ketchup?Hate those restaurants, where you have to taste the wine before accepting the bottle! Last time I went on a posh dinner date, I ordered Filipino-style roast pork belly! As the waitress served our meal, I couldn’t help noticing there was no ketchup on the...
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Wine or Ketchup?Hate those restaurants, where you have to taste the wine before accepting the bottle! Last time I went on a posh dinner date, I ordered Filipino-style roast pork belly! As the waitress served our meal, I couldn’t help noticing there was no ketchup on the...
“I’m sorry, I wish I had better news.” The doctor wears the face all doctors wear when delivering news no patient ever wanted to hear. “Do you have any questions?” I nod, then smile politely, unable to find the right words. How am I supposed to react? Wha...
You lied to me, spinning tales so grand. You mistreated me, leaving scars on my hands. You promised me things you had no right to You let me love and hate you and told me we were through. You made plans time and again and never showed. You tried to appeas...
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