Narrative

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The puppet masters of...

The voice of people should be their own
They should be unique and individual
Or else we...

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My Dear Friend

My Dear Friend

Breathe.
Just breathe.
It'll be okay.

Take it on and enjoy the misery,
You don...

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Hope

Hope

This wooden harp carved by the gods, is gently stroked by her.
With her golden locks that unlock her...

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Bodunk Love

Bodunk Love

Allow me
Let me ease your pain
Ill make you smile everyday
Crack your code
We'...

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Pompeii

Pompeii

Tragic is the end of Pompeii
Incarcerated in molten graves
The once thriving elitist lives...

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Light My Fire

Light My Fire

Linda and I, while in bed last night, recalled a funny tale;
It happened months after our...

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The Hum Mew Zing Of A Night...

The Hum Mew Zing Of A Night Owl

more often than not, a knightly surge
combs a pawn me,
especially after the stroke of...

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not.

Sociopaths usually have a strong sex drive or strange, sexual fetishies.

Victim:"They do?"

...

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Narrative Of A Writer

Narrative Of A Writer

Writing is my therapy,
An outlet of thoughts and feelings,
With emotions of words to define...

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42 Seconds

42 Seconds

4- 4 minutes have passed.
2- 2 seconds have gone by.
S- Second hand on the clock still stays...

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Sad heaven

Sad heaven

Behind the good morning, sadness
No return,
Optimality failed
Traffic usual,
...

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First Person Last

First Person Last

“Awake” he says.
He jumps from his bed.
Fiendishly fiendish.
“No purpose” he says,...

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Ripples of Awakening

Ripples of Awakening

~~As It Is..And So It Begins ~~
"Remember That Cute little "Ripple", You felt the other day.??...

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Chapter forty-eight

Chapter forty-eight

In which a drunk Joseph knocks on his mothers door coming to drunk-terms with the fact no matter how...

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Play to the Crowd

Play to the Crowd

I plan to write a work that has no rhyme
No punctuation
Makes no sense
But with big...

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7/2/17

Looking at you,
Feeling used.
Why do you give me so much attitude?
Don't you see?...