- Member since March 25, 2006.
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The sky was dark ere the morn. Out the windows one could see the faint aurora of the rising sun, grasping it’s way into the Evernight. Such has it been since the dawn of time.<1300 words, 15 comments, February 5, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Fantasy
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I see from my window a sign. I see in that sign a word. I see in that word a life.
What's a word? The flowing script you see on a page, or the cold typeface that stares fro600 words, 5 comments, January 11, 2006. In <200 lines, Spiritual -
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"Your reign of terror has come to an end Lord Terinath! I have been sent to cast thee down from your dark throne!"
The sound of my voice echoed into the darkness. Along the1500 words, 3 comments, January 14, 2005. In <200 lines, Humor
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The night is dead; but darkness drips
from hanging trees, to sidewalk cracks -
to be brief, poetry releases
human nature in bite-sized pieces -
hey, butterfly
flying in the air tonight
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- On Walking Home at 2 in the Morning at allpoetry
The night is dead; but darkness drips
from hanging trees, to sidewalk cracks
