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In Sync

You say the words,  Even as they teeter  At the edge of my tongue.   You give voice to thoughts Not yet fully formed In my mind.  You articulate my opinions, So I better understand My own heart. I know your reaction  Well before you give it. I know your passions, What ignites and stokes them. In sync, but unpredictable; Familiar, never dull. Still you surprise me, Astound me, amaze me. ...Read On

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Drink of Choice

I had perched myself on the child-sized chair in the family play area, conveniently, this was also right underneath the heat pump. It was icy cold that morning. Two girls were with me, and we were consuming pretend cups of tea and having a good ol gossip sesh. R comes in and asks to join in. The more the merrier, so she proceeds to brew some tea and put some baking in the oven.  "Hey Laura,"...Read On

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Bridges

Cross with care, don't look down, and share your path to the other side.

She loves her Daddy. He gave her all he could for her to stand on her own. She retains all he taught her, all the memories along the way, and the confidence that she built under his tender care. She travels many paths but it is at bridges that she remembers him the most. Chasms of various heights always scare her. Bridges may not be perfectly safe. "Cross with care, don't look down, and...Read On

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I can

Oh yes I can... and so can you!

In a fog of dread, I'm cast away To drift unnoticed through the bay Of timid flame, and fight forgot I clutch the mast of “I cannot” But deep inside, the embers burn With trial and error, I slowly learn A thousand thoughts, a journey long To build a furnace oh so strong Then my spark, I'll re-ignite Out shall pour my blinding light Ablaze inside, I'll be that man Who stands up tall and...Read On

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Billy's Got A Secret

 

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Scented

In melancholia with scented sticks  of the winter gardens nostalgia in poetic solitude of nothingness   God bless eternity, listing to crickets beneath the tender leaves  of brocaded memories and snow    ...Read On

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Am I not Alone?

Another Perspective of Loneliness..

Straddling in a secluded room. Scrolling through social media sites, I caught glimpses of my mates sharing pictures together with captions "My roomie"," My constant". I attempted to be social, I am implicated with many clubs and groups. I talk with people, pay them to heed but my opinion and presence are alienated! Am I not alone?  ...Read On

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By My Side

After a very long road trip I question my mind

I am trying but three days in a car make my progress seem very far Thankfully the sea has come to my rescue again. Salt air, endless ocean views are friends Patience you continue to show mile after mile day after day Eventually helping me find my way I question again and again Why am I so different, so bent Maybe that's why you were sent When others around me laugh and enjoy good times...Read On

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Found

Wonders can be found in your own backyard

“Look!” Cradled in outstretched toddler hand, a treasure. “What is’t?” I surmised immediately the origin and purpose of this newest wonder, I am, however, intrigued as to the deductive powers of my darling Cecily, so remain silent. “Maybe it’s a…” nose to discovery, intricate details examined close, “a…from a robot, like somthun’ that makes him move, a big,” arms held out wide to...Read On

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Cloud Cuckoo Land

Carousel spinning round and round Painted horses guard the killing ground Houdini’s ghost lends a helping hand Save your prayers for Superman Charcoal skies and hornet’s nests Soldiers dressed in their Sunday best Behind them plays a marching band Welcome to Cloud Cuckoo Land   Mirrors reflect a blood red sea The lion tamer sips his tea Ribbon dancers comes undone Burning under...Read On

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The Littlest Red Hood Chapter 2

Series: The Littlest Red Hood

One small battle changes everything.

She spent most of the next day getting supplies that she needed for her house. She knew that she had at least two weeks at home because word of new Weres never came until after the full moon. Werewolves were able to change whenever they wanted, but during a full moon they had to and that is usually what allowed them to be seen by their neighbors or friends. Sometimes, however, it was a...Read On

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Poison Into Medicine

Worn down, Worn out, Day after day, Until unspilled tears Burn With the doubt. “Respect” is just a word, Not understood Nor valued. The more given, The more pain When not received. Quit! Then what? Places, faces change; Poison lingers. Failure Is just as painful. Dig deeper, persevere; Determine, again. No one said Human Revolution Would be easy. No one else can do it. Inner...Read On

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Contemplative

Thoughts and dreams and wonderment

 

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Taking control

Taking control Fear The one emotion I never completely overcome  Even when sadness and Acceptance take over Fear is always Ready to take command  To love complete  A love that is from the very core  Commands the fear to be silent To find a peace  To remind my soul I am not alone  ...Read On

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The Formula-X Grand Prix - A Fuel Story (SEASON FINALE)

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

With the biggest event on the F-X calendar finally here, each racer looks to have the last laugh

31st of May - Season 1 Moodswing was smiling. This was it. This was what all his hard work was all about: the end result of all the blood, sweat and tears... The Formula-X Grand Prix. This was big. And it wasn't the case  just  because they'd held out on calling any of their previous pay-per-views "grands Prix". It wasn't  just  because this event would have a slew of special guests...Read On

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Twilight Burning

Diddling with my crazies, phantoms, twilight burning,  on the edge of my infirmity. Trying to hold on to my soul,  scratching with my fingers,  the weevils in this deep hole.  Damn! this place is like sloe gin,  feeling the stretch marks, wearing Old Nick's socks. Dark like an old harlot's tongue, with tits that fit my mitt, phantoms, twilight burning.  Now late for my borscht, ...Read On

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Alone

Alone, forever alone, I shall now be, sailing lonesome across a stormy sea, until angry waves flood my boat, and all that's left are the words I wrote....Read On

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Wandering Jack - The Curse

A cursed man on a long road to redemption.

I am here to tell my own story. It's not yet over and I will have to go backwards before going forwards in order for you to understand my circumstances. I don't much like the word damned, as it has a history of being so final. I resist that I am damned, although I fully accept that I am cursed. You see, I made some bad decisions. I am sure there is not anyone out there that has not. So, I...Read On

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Broken Castle

Respect is the smallest gift we can bestow to our loved ones.

We shrieked. We brawled. We lamented. Our relationship which was meant to be a sacred sign of affection suddenly got reduced to abuse and combat. Somewhere it broke me apart. Getting respect, dignity and confidence seemed far away beyond my reach. He didn't hit me but his words went straight deep inside my glass built castle made of love and fondness and smashed it at all at once. I felt...Read On

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Way Past The Tacos

Being zero dark thirty, way past the tacos as insomnia runs amok in my asinine rhymes of indigestion as I regurgitate my ghost   chained to Audacity's petticoat   and the salsa of my somber as she plays nickels and dimes on my corpse with the chuckling of toads crawling shutting off the lights of my eyes as the wheels of the hearse go spinning being zero dark thirty, way past the tacos...Read On

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Drained

Break ups can be difficult

Your face says it all, you are going I plead like I'm sent to the noose No combination of begs I find working Tears gush through a wide-open sluice Joy pours away, I am leaking Dread fills the vacuum inside I see my love and my joy and my passion Retreat like the draw of the tides. Goodbye slips through my fingers Hope flows away like a stream I am left grey, cold and empty A skin devoid of...Read On

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An Innocent Soul

Think twice before intimidating someone.

She was again bullied by one of her seniors. She came back to her room crying. She was delighted to be a part of that event but had never thought it could turn harsh on her. She started scolding herself and took all the flaws on her own. She felt suffocated and unconfident for her ineptitude to enunciate among everyone. The girl turned against herself and kept blaming herself for the way...Read On

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The Littlest Red Hood Chapter 1

Series: The Littlest Red Hood

One small battle changes everything.

“Don’t stop running!” the woman panted, dragging her son with her. The boy was scared and crying. He didn’t understand why his sister and father were not running with them. They ran for the hidden cave in the side of the mountain. “It’s a little further, son,” his mother said as she tried to reassure him even as her chest was tight with fear, rage, and grief. They made it to the river and...Read On

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Dark Zinfandel

Dark Zinfandel, dripping exotic notes  sweet of your nectar, my lips parched   by the winds in the fields of your inferno's ecstasy  for I am your magician  dipping into your flute  dark Zinfandel, dripping exotic notes   ...Read On

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Fuel Season 1: Episode 32 - The Sports Entertainer

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

Witness the final episode of Season One of Monday Night Fuel as Solo contemplates his future...

25th of May - Season 1 "Welcome to Monday Night Fuel." Solo Magubane remembered those words as if they'd been spoken yesterday, But, in fact, they had been spoken nine months ago. Solo hadn't expected the series to be such a smash hit success. He really hadn't. Particularly since the series didn't consider itself motorsports at all. Instead, it called itself 'sports entertainment'...Read On

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Complains

Anxiety is not always harmful.

You are not good enough.  "Can you really do this? Or should I assign someone else for this work?" they asked. Once again, I started condemning myself for choosing this work. My mind got besieged with dark clouds of endless meaningless tho thoughts that gave a signal there was no way out. Insomnia hit me.  But a fraction of my heart that was still gloomed with conviction announced, "Even if...Read On

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The Wang-wang-pede

If you go down to the beach today, you're in for a big surprise...

A wang-wang-pede rose from 'neath the sea And sclobbered towards the beach On seven and twenty tenticlaws With a retching craw-craw screech He flared his squinty nostrils Then snapped his clack-clack beak His tenticlaws grabbed man and child And he slapped his glob-glob cheeks Soldiers came with their woof-woof guns Fired shots to schlump him dead But they should have shot his flub-flub...Read On

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Dark Is At My Elbow

Dark is at my elbow pushing life aside  as I play hermit to my verses loosening screws to your inner sanctum in the silence of the dripping tallow and the moth's fanning wings   of my mind's chimney sweep in death's game of Tic-Tac-Toe of your breath marking the spot and your blood's lactation today's marrow, tomorrow's stone and pale crocus of pussy willow bones of sweet nectar for my...Read On

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Another Era Ends

Sometimes you have to part ways with those you care about

We walked a path together Through the sunshine and the shade Over mountain tops and valleys Through the forest and the glade. At times the path was easy And warm rays lit our tracks Laughter flowed like music The wind pushed upon our backs. Other times were much harder Storms and blizzards slowed our way But worse, our own mistakes Including my own Near drowned us in dismay. But we marched...Read On

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Auntie's Etcetera

In my mind's repertoire of darkness with a catheter and piss-pot and my dear old auntie's etcetera strychnine that could kill a horse a collection of poetic literature from my inkwell and thesaurus collaborating with a dark angel in an autonomous zone in Seattle with 911 tattooed on her tits in my mind's repertoire of darkness and my dear old auntie's etcetera  ...Read On