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- Destroyed Myth at allpoetry
I am your Atlas.
My spine bows under pressure, - Changes at allpoetry
Staring at the text book laid out before her, Lil blinked repeatedly and reached up to rub her eyes. The words were starting to swim, becoming an incoherent blur about Socrates and his thoughts on the gadfly. She was distract - Clarity at allpoetry
A hush was thick in the air. It fairly enveloped everything in some unspoken sense of anticipation. Some might have said it was the proverbial calm before the storm, but there was nothing proverbial about it. With a boom of t - Death Knell at allpoetry
Asherah glanced down at her cards, judging her chances of winning. As she took stock of the situation and calculated the odds, an attendant came by. He caught her attention as well as that of the three other players when he d - Chance Meeting at allpoetry
Outside the halls of West Side High, the quad was deathly silent. Only one student still remained. She was perched on one of the picnic tables, staring intently at the paved loop that passed the school. After a few moments, s - Untitled at allpoetry
It was a damned torrential downpour and it had him soaked through. Looking out from beneath his hood, the Sidhe quickly checked his bearings and adjusted course so that he was headed for the tavern. Once under the unassuming - Battle of Wills at allpoetry
The waves lapped gently against the shore, the black pool of water reflecting the moonlight and stars. A creature materialized within the sea, her body made of the very water she emerged from. She walked across the surface be - Rat Race at allpoetry
She tossed uncomfortably in the bed, straining to keep her eyes shut against the offending shadows that striped the white walls of her room. As a kid she’d eventually drift off if she forced herself into sleep, but it seemed - Cursor at allpoetry
Blank screen and a blinking cursor greet me like an overexcited child.
I wish my mind was just as blank, as empty, the thoughts just as - Charcoal Rhythm at allpoetry
Charcoal rhythm with that sooty bass—
boom boom boom boom boom boom! - Cursed at allpoetry
Sighing, the woman crossed her arms more tightly under her breasts, hugging her body as she stared out the tower window into the courtyard. Her face was set in a frown, the smooth white skin marred by her annoyance. Arianrhod - Let the Record Show at allpoetry
Blood pounding out a recycled rhythm:
I’ve come to feel you once again. - Incurable Disease at allpoetry
You thought I was your heaven, baby.
You worshiped all my sin. - Sans Bookends at allpoetry
I looked in the mirror, judging how harshly the muggy summer heat had frizzed my red curls. Surprisingly it wasn’t that bad. I teased my hair up a little, spraying a bit more hairspray on it to make sure the curls stayed put, - Blow Me at allpoetry
Sweat dripped into her eyes as she descended toward the toilet lid, rolled twenty dollar bill placed in one nostril, finger over the other. Two lines of coke were ready and waiting, and god did she want them. Running the bill - Daybreak at allpoetry
‘I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future. I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future.’
- Farewell To All That at allpoetry
Eyes straight ahead, the woman ran with all her might. The trees were thick black shadows that reared before and around her, snatching at her tunic to rip the fabric. She pushed on, though, left with no time to think before s - Selfish at allpoetry
Miles stretch between us and yet
you seem to know just what I need - Lock, Stock, and Two Spinning Barstools at allpoetry
I’m goin’ down and there’s nothing
you can do to stop me…but then, - The Altar at allpoetry
Moonlight streamed weakly through the stained glass window, bathing her in a muted splash of light. It bounced off the silver pieces laced through her hair, made the white of her robe glaringly obvious. She was on her knees b - Armed with a Pack of Cigarettes at allpoetry
And vertigo sentimentalism takes me over
at the drop of the coin. Heads or tails? - Girl, Discarded at allpoetry
Blow out the candles one at a time.
They’re just reminders of me and you. - Self-Aware at allpoetry
Three-legged dog day Thursday,
when falling off the wagon somehow - Untitled Short Story (work in progress) at allpoetry
1 The hovercraft skimmed the foreign planet's surface, racing across the vivid landscape at breathtaking speeds. The craft's pilot didn't even glance up from the book she was reading to take in the beauty of the alie - The Irony of It All at allpoetry
And if I fell a thousand years, slipping gently through leagues - Status Quo at allpoetry
It’s gonna be one of those days, one of those early morning for no reason, - Smooth (STM Inspired Poem) at allpoetry
They told me you were bad news, Boy. They told me you would eat me up, - STM Writeboard Links (WIP) at allpoetry
Yes, yes...I finally caved and started posting these. You'll notice heavy editing thanks to that bitch BETA who stole my story. Fuck her. I refuse to quit. Hope it's still up to par. Message me for the password. *Rem - [ Black: it's more than just a word. It's descriptive to the point of becoming a personal doctrine. I am black...black upon black. ] at allpoetry
Black: it's more than just a word. It's descriptive to the point of becoming a personal doctrine. I am black...black upon black. The clothing that shrouds me from the view of any prying eyes is a clinging testament t - Perpetual Artifice at allpoetry
That Wednesday became a wishing well, its reflective waters a silent mirror - Expiration Date at allpoetry
Brothers say they love me as they touch me, - Untitled at allpoetry
Bag swinging--a heavy burden that tangles around my legs - Shaerane: Prologue, Chapters 1 - 3 at allpoetry
A teaser of sorts for all of my former and current readers, so you can see how much the story has improved. This is the complete edited material to date. Enjoy! PROLOGUE - A Postcard Greeting #4 at allpoetry
"Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:" - I Wish the Middle Finger Properly Conveyed the Extent of My Anger, But This Will Suffice at allpoetry
[Whispering] I’m sorry, sweetie.
