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J. Sanders, 10 february 2012

The Ride Home and True Home

The Ride Home
If she says one more thing about my “F” I swear I’m going to murder her in her sleep. I’ve only been out of school for a few minutes and Mom is already busting my chops. Doesn’t she know that math is my toughest subject? She should, I mean I told her. She knows I can’t multiply (... więcej)

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J. Sanders, 10 february 2012

Never Escaping

The hacking came from everywhere in the hospital where I laid in my gown. A curtain separated me from the room, but I could tell that the walls were white. The mint green curtains held up by bright silver metal billowed when someone walked by, giving me glimpses of other rusted cots.

Nurse Claire, (... więcej)

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pradip chattopadhyay, 10 february 2012

Whitehead

I am surprised to know that with utmost care and mostly confining them indoors, a cat can live up to 15-20 years. None of the cats I know about including the ones I call my own has survived a life of more than 6-7 years. The only exception within my knowledge is "Whitehead", a visiting male (... więcej)

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Kenneth Hoffman, 9 february 2012

A Not So Happy Birthday

So much for a gift of surprise,
Mother’s gift was a doll that cries.
My friends are coming, all with presents,
Today's my birthday and no French lesson.
Mother said I could stay up real late
And I don't have to kiss the boy I hate.
Almost everybody's coming and we'll have (... więcej)

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Zabdiy Yoav, 8 february 2012

BELIEVE

Never be captivated by anyone,
Just live yourself
As the way you are,
Believe in your heart and mind,
Believe in your own prowess,
Just do your thing!

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Kenneth Hoffman, 7 february 2012

Up In Smoke

Eva patiently waited for her stepbrother, Robert, to end his drone about the money he was to get from the will – something about opening a business with other people’s money and having the bank foreclose on some recalcitrant properties. It didn’t seem fair that Robert would inherit everything (... więcej)

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Flux, 7 february 2012

Praedicator

To hell with the non-believers, the cynics, and those that shun beliefs they don't think are true. The world is not separated by bricks of boring brick, there is no wall that divides humanity.

It burns to hear the cries of a million human souls. They cry out to be heard, but are still mute (... więcej)

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Naykd Poet, 6 february 2012

Birth Day

the path to longevity, the expression of time, is but a simple task; a state-of-mind, one that need be brought to remind, in order to defy to what most are inclined; sucumbng to the obligation that life has defined; a path surely to be a life in decline; so be defiant for life can be sublime knowing (... więcej)

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Naykd Poet, 4 february 2012

Death Mask

the growing want once and for all to throw this sack of flesh covered bone into the eternal darkness of nothingness having lost to trial of accomplishment labeling this soul of presence to energy expended as futile and render this life expunged with a final sardonic smile

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eguana, 4 february 2012

The Real Me

Try to understand that I’m flesh and blood. I breathe, cry, laugh and bleed.
My existence isn’t in your hand; I’m here against you and everyone who doesn’t want to hear.
My words are not a poem, nor an article or something amusing to see. My words are only for those who really can read and (... więcej)

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