Contest Nominees

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WWW.not reality in a world...

The World Wide Web,
Made by what spider
-e.webb

Unfurled from a construct of a human...

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Airshow

Airshow

Red Arrows slicing through the air

Thousands stop and stare

Acrobatics done at pace...

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What will I do with my life?

What will I do with my life? Will I waste it away?
What will I do with my life will I continue to...

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Summer Sunday

Summer Sunday

morning breaks

ticking clock

getting started

taking stock...

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Hatred

Is hatred the only way of life

all around is war and strife

hopes crushed and breaths cut...

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witchy woman

witchy  woman

you call me witchy woman
the voice in your dreams
a mystery you want to solve
you need...

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The Fall of Clarity

As my knees are starting to shake,
A thousand thoughts flying through my mind,
Never again...

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Presence

Presence

In your presence I feel humble
I tend to stutter and mumble
My tummy does a strange rumble...

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Little Steps

Like a steam engine that’s out of coal
Rolling along the track, without my goal
And the...

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Alone

Waiting in my silent room
Tears fill my eyes as the yelling comes closer
At five years old...

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Did You Mean It?

Did You Mean It?

She told me how you met,
but I remember the story faintly.
I always said ‘mom don’t fall yet...

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THIEVES IN THE TEMPLE by...

THIEVES IN THE TEMPLE   by james whaley

here is something men can't understand
how abused little girls might lose their faith
in the...

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Real Friends

Real Friends

Real friends can sit in silence
no need for conversation
sometimes being quiet gives solace...

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Speedy

Speedy

He darted to and fro
always on the go
a human dynamo

His friends called him speedy...

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Last Chance

My heart is beating double time, to quick to do another line.

My life is leaving me behind, face...

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Crossroads

Crossroads

Walking through the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest,
in absence...

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art does not part.

art, art, oh where to start.

the cart, the part, oh where to begin.

does life have meaning...