Chris Platt

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Where The Art Is

One Thursday morning, as Barney was getting dressed, his mobile phone rang. It was the boss, Malcolm …

By Chris Platt

Quizzical

Kevin went through the double-doors of the pub. The place was packed. As he moved through the crowd, heading for the bar, people greeted him warmly, shaking his hand, patting him on the back, some even hugged him. All his friends were …

By Chris Platt

Exit Stage Left

Renowned theatre director Toby Armitage arrived at the play-house just before nine o’clock in the morning. He was handed a cup of coffee and shown through to the auditorium. He removed his silk scarf and found a seat in the middle of the aisle…

By Chris Platt

The Guaranteed Return

Keith Martin was in coffee shop, grabbing his morning coffee, on the way to the office. He was about to leave with this take-out coffee, when someone called…

By Chris Platt

Just Imagine

Having spent over an hour and a half crawling through rush-hour traffic, Pete Winston arrived at the office more fed up than usual. As Pete got to his desk his phone was ringing. Whenever there was a phone call at work it meant there was a …

By Chris Platt

Love Blossoms

… time I saw her I knew she was the one. I never believed in love at first sight until that moment. That very second, as soon as I saw her, I knew I was hooked. I was on the park for my morning stroll as usual, and she was out for a run. As she rushed by me…

By Chris Platt

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Where The Art Is
Quizzical
Exit Stage Left
The Guaranteed Return
Just Imagine
Love Blossoms
Forgetting Yesterday
All Couples
Come What May
Winning Big
Untapped
About The Book
Just Ghostly
Selling Stories
Martha, My Dear
Putting Pen To Paper
Look Away Now
Changing Destinations
Voices From The Back Room
Of Love And Loyalty
Driving Ambition
The Late Substitution
June's Story
Baked Ambition
Ghostly Goings On
Buy The Book
Family Loyalties
The Last Catch-Up
The Education Of Thomas Dylan
The Departure On...

John C. Davis

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Keep Going

All of us have felt stuck at some point in our lives. The same forgiveness and compassion that we need to show for ourselves in our personal lives can be shown to a world that is hurting and looking for a solution.

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…all have a different reason for being stuck. There may be financial blocks. Maybe it is a consequence from our past. There may be self-esteem issues that have us believe we can’t do…

The Extraordinary You

You're a gift to the world. Breathe that in. Feel it. Embrace it. Admit it

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…a bold stance to ask the universe to affirm your greatness. It’s a daring move to tell others that you’re…

By John C. Davis

You Are Alone, and You Are Connected

I invite you to embrace your isolation as a time of self-exploration. Use this time to do something you have…

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…sitting on my back porch two days ago watching the ducks swimming on our pond. I was reminded about how nature takes care of itself. I was reminded that the ducks don’t need to worry about…

By John C. Davis

The Journey to Discover Your Voice

You have a right to be who you are. Your unique talents have a place in this world. If you have not found your place yet, please keep seeking. There is a place for you.

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…out who we are is a process that takes a lifetime. Even the person who is lying on their death bed, doesn't fully realize who they are…

By John Davis

I Play a Part in This Drama of Life, and the Struggle to Own it

When you are willing to engage with the struggle of letting go while being empowered to change what you can, you will find a peace that no illusion of control will ever bring you.

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…question came to my mind this morning. I’m sure it has come to yours.

When will our lives get back to…

By John Davis

Birthing a New You

…can be very challenging. When you decide to take on a new challenge, you are going to feel discomfort. It’s this way for many people. It’s a normal part of the process. I invite you today to take on that new challenge…

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…a male. I know nothing of the pain of childbirth. To pretend I do would be extremely dismissive to the women in the world who have. I will not go…

By John C. Davis

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Keep Going
The Extraordinary You
You Are Alone, and You Are Connected
The Journey to Discover Your Voice
I Play a Part in This Drama of Life, and the Struggle to Own it
Birthing a New You
Embracing Our Greatness
Balancing the Need for Risk With the Need for Security
The Gifts of Grieving
Failure is Success in Disguise
Honoring the Long Road to Success
Stay the Course; Keep Doing your Art
Forgiveness Leads to Healing

Sushant Thapa

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The Art Of Talking

…humble being from inside, wants to listen a lot. Listening is the passive form of talking, but I guess it is where we absorb the world. To understand and share our personality, one…

By Sushant Thapa

I Know Not...

…not an interpretation for everything. There is no reason why I am typing what I write or do not like. In an inner awakening, I have disliked life from what it is. I am an optimistic from definition. I wish good things to happen. All the time. It is a relief, but this showmanship is like an…

By Sushant Thapa

Slices Of Life

…air stopped blowing fiercely. Onlookers gathered in Frank’s room. He knew not. Those eyes of his neighbors were restless. They wanted Frank to stand on his feet, he had always been a carefree curious wanderer…

By Sushant Thapa

Slices of Life

…home after talking with Paul and Leo that day, I couldn't stop thinking about human bodies. The exhibit of human body as a sight was my concern. The pleasure it drove to the watchers. The show that was thriving in my neighbourhood. I could remember my first view from…

By Sushant Thapa

Slices Of Life

The childhood experience when a few…

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…I wrote poetry in my room, I was born in a hospital bed three decades ago and I had wailed baby tears. In memories the past…

By Sushant Thapa

Musings

…distance

Conversation got wrong

Lies growing in a flower vase

Grows to touch the…

By Sushant Thapa

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The Art Of Talking
I Know Not...
Slices Of Life
Slices of Life
Slices Of Life
Musings
Anymore
Living With Creativity
Lesson of Essence
Consolations
Making the Sunshine
Narrating Life In First Person
The Plunge
Life Goes On
Power
Art and Soul
Fulfillment
Summer Queen
Manifestation
Angle of Subjectivity
Inked
The Fresh Page
Philosophy
Morning
Poetry Is Not In Words
The World's End
Growing Older
Ambience
Darkness Revisited
Age of Facilities

Alexander Zoltai

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Tribal Queen

…was praying to her most illustrious ancestress.

The Fire-Breather was afield and not just harrowing the upland villages.

Luenza intoned her propitiations to Launesis:

“Forgive me for my…

By Alexander Zoltai

Grief of The Artisan

…was struck down to worthlessness.

His body would barely function.

His mind was thin and brittle.

Calefas felt he had been cursed and thought he knew…

By Alexander Zoltai

The Insane Astrologer

…World was in trouble.

At least according to Maslestes.

He walked out of his hut and gazed at the heavens.

He walked back in and adjusted the spheres…

By Alexander Zoltai

The Avatar and The Dragon

… people hoped Wurm was still asleep but they could feel the mountain tremble from his movements.

Do dragons dream?

The people feared his waking and interrupting over a thousand years of peace…

They all knew Wurm was dangerous—legends told of his fire-breathing, not to mention what…

By Alexander Zoltai

Minotaur of The Shadows

…was the same old story—Good against Evil…

The mountain was a majestic upthrust seeming to touch the highest clouds.

They said Titan worshiped the sun, living at the peak of the mountain.

They said Minotaur lived in the shadows, inside the…

By Alexander Zoltai

The Minotaur’s Maze

…called me a Minotaur, but that is only because I had the head and tail of a bull…

I was really nothing like the Myth—well, not really…

I will share what Lie Swallower has written of it…

By Alexander Zoltai

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Tribal Queen
Grief of The Artisan
The Insane Astrologer
The Avatar and The Dragon
Minotaur of The Shadows
The Minotaur’s Maze
The Scribe and The Sun of Truth
And The Lowly Shall Rise
The Terrified Warrior
Redemption
The Unexpected Mythic Quest
The Island War
Lost Birthright
The Mountain Wizard
Desperado
“Break it to change it…” - an Evolutionary Tale
Trauma
Demon
But, What If the System Is Completely Broken?
The Woman of His Dreams

Alex Almeida

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Valentine's Bites

Young boy and family fend off Valentine's Vampires

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…is here again at the old Comet Mall. Hey, howdy, chill to see y’all again for the returning Comet Mall shoppers. And welcome to all those who pulled off the interstate for lunch or that damn car light that needs a new bulb. Remember a Comet Shopper never…

By Alex Almeida

Snow Games with Bull and Ibe

Animals and dating drama

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…a thin film of snow covering the meadow and every inch on the farm. Almost everyone was outside playing in the snow. The calves were, spending some of their last moments on the farm, rolling around in the snow covered hill. The temperature was just right for these activities. Soon these youngins would be…

By Alex Almeida

The Rain Merit Badge

Girl Scouts go camping.

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…I was ten my girl scout troop, all decked in green and satchels, waved to our clustered parents. I remember the smiles, and what appeared to be tears as our long yellow school bus drove away. We were leaving for the whole weekend. Our homework from school was finished or put off indefinitely. We sang…

By Alex Almeida

Goose In The Kitchen

Animals on the menu

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…Goose had ended up on the menu is anyone's guess. Everything was going great. The trip down came off without a hitch. They made it to Miami in time for their cousins White party (When all the swans gather together to hook-up by the ocean). The city was beautiful all decorated for the holidays. And the weather…

By Alex Almeida

Early Birds

Young female starting on a journey to find her place in the world

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…walked along the outdoor mall of stores that included her personal favourites, Starbucks

and The Gap. She wore her usual beat up jeans and a NASA tee shirt from Target. She

remembered splurging on the tee shirt because she loved NASA. Typically, she would have…

By Alex Almeida

My Girlfriend Got Up and Left Me Where I Lay

Short Relationship begins PRIDE weekend

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…day I woke up and she was gone. She had packed what she had at my apartment while I lay sleeping. I'm a heavy sleeper, and I tend to sprawl out. I just like a lot of space. She left sometime after an evening of intense sex. She likes to be in bed by ten on school nights. I even thought things were going o.k., while…

By Alex Almeida

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Valentine's Bites
Snow Games with Bull and Ibe
The Rain Merit Badge
Goose In The Kitchen
Early Birds
My Girlfriend Got Up and Left Me Where I Lay
The Duel
Blue Room Lounge
Coastal Terrors
The Library
A Walk on the Beach
The Leaves on the Trees
The Robot Overlords
The Town Werewolf

Robert L. Scarry

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The Days After Tomorrow

Based on true events…

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…watched as the speaker paced back and forth pounding his message at a mesmerized audience. His voice inflection, the large screen that permitted those in the rear a clear view of his captivating body…

By Robert Scarry

Hop Scotch Through...

Following a dare, the admissions…

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…and gentlemen, our next applicant, James May, is either brilliant or in dire need of our services. I have provided each of you with his application letter, it…

By Robert Scarry

My Hero

Inspired by Jake

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…saw the open door. It was too much of a temptation. He bolted out into the sunshine, jumping, running, twirling in circles, and looking over his shoulder to see if anyone knew he was outside. It wasn’t the fist time he had breeched his confines, and most likely it wouldn’t be the last time. Princess, his friend who lived…

By Robert L. Scarry

Few Facts: A Lot of Guess Work

…have bitten my tongue for as long as I can. I cannot ignore the apparent ignorance associated with currently disseminated data related to SARS CoV-2 (the virus that causes COVID-19), and COVID-19.

Much of the data espoused as “facts” by the self-proclaimed experts are actually speculations. By their own admissions (and publications from sites of authority, e.g., CDC) there are too many unknowns to…

By Robert L. Scarry

Memoirs of a Navy Dad

…is challenging. Anyone who has raised children knows it isn’t all peaches ‘n cream. There are good times, and times best forgotten. However, all of those times are priceless.

My wife, Jean and I were fortunate to have four healthy children: two girls and two boys. We often thought it a Mendelian model: two girls, two boys; to blondes, two brunettes; two with blue eyes, two with…

By Robert L. Scarry

The Epitome of Inconsideration

This is a personal belief. The author assumes full responsibility for the content.

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…writers and speakers know the best way to lose an audience is to begin ranting. Regardless of the awareness I am willing to chance your loyalty. I warn you in advance, this is a rant.

“It’s a woman’s body; she has the right to do what she wants with it.” There are at least two…

By Robert L. Scarry

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The Days After Tomorrow
Hop Scotch Through...
My Hero
Few Facts: A Lot of Guess Work
Memoirs of a Navy Dad
The Epitome of Inconsideration
Adaptation
It's All Relative
Not All Memories Are Good
Outta' My Window
A Matter of Conscience
Action-Reaction: Prologue
Ruining A Good Thing
A Quiet Place
Solution
The Good Old Days
Answer To A Rhetorical Question
Get Back on the Horse
An Image of the Past
The Beauty in Art
The Gazebo
Artfully Played
You Can Smell the Love
Friendly Reservations
Why Won’t You Watch?
Esoteric
Regrets? Not I
Looking Ahead: A Worthless Gesture
The Legend of Erhart
Mountain Justice

Mike Turner

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From Darkness

We walk the earth

in shadows

Souls wandering in the…

By Mike Turner

Stage Echoes

When the applause ends

The footlights fade

And the curtain falls

Let one solitary …

By Mike Turner

Silent Echo

Night

I lie awake

Listening to the silent echo

Of your …

By Mike Turner

Season’s Wishes

Let us take Season’s wishes

Of love, joy and peace

And through each our actions

Give Christmas new …

By Mike Turner

Shadows and Wishes

The future is but shadows

Of wishes yet delayed

Dreams

and Hopes…

By Mike Turner

Hope Replete

Stars fall from the heavens

Meteors ‘cross night skies

Though they be strewn

‘Cross battles’…

By Mike Turner

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From Darkness
Stage Echoes
Silent Echo
Season’s Wishes
Shadows and Wishes
Hope Replete
Fallen Stars
Autumn Moon
Footprints On the Moon
Harvest Moon
To Fill the Void
At The End
I Have Outlived Them
Open Book
Poetry’s Illumination
To Shed Ambition
Reflection and Observance
Of the Sea
Droplets
Butterfly/A Speck...
We Are All Superheroes
Absolute Power
Wanderers
Such Is Mystery
DEI
If My Mind Is Free
Apocalypse
Legacy
Justice And Freedom
Defining Humanity

RayFed

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Ghost In The Machine

Where one can be whatever one can be, can we find a no truer love?

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…way into your electric soul, is your heartbeat in my mind.

My fingers feel a path to steal a place and death and time.

No better emotion pale and cool, to see before my…

By RayFed

The Promised Shores of Valhalla

Just a morning inspiration over coffee.

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…on that sword of light!

In the deepening shadows of darkest night.

Press on that fearful might!

Where iron doth bite the flesh…

By RayFed

Suicide is for the Hopeful

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

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…you, my aching heart, broken and bewildered.

And you, the sorrowed face, detached and unfamiliar.

For you, inspired aim, so cruel and unforgiving.

I leave you now, in shallow ground, so that you may fade…


By RayFed

The Woman Who Wore A Mask

We all wear masks...

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…head Doctors told me I was cured. At least my urges to spy through people's windows was gone. That was until I saw the woman who moved in next store a few weeks later. That's when those urges and feelings that I spent hundreds of hours trying to work through and eliminate returned.

Dusk came and the sun bade farewell to the world surely as if it had been slain in one glorious black swallow of darkness that left its remains to dry themselves on the earth. Shadows lengthened and devoured the…

By RayFed

The Room

Reality an illusion? ..Or illusions that are a reality?

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…alling beads of water momentarily caught the street lamp's dull glow as they continued their suicide plunge from the clouds to the wanting street below. Some cautiously lingered in the cascade of the languid yellow beam before slithering down the creased, worn paths formed in the air by their predecessors. Travis lie spreadeagled on the pavement seeping into the crevices waiting for his wet splattering companions to be weighed down by their own watery mass and accompany him on his journey to the furthermost cracks in the pavement. The raindrops seemingly…


By RayFed

Drifting

Poetry in my Head

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…traveled far from where I sit amongst my stuff and things.

My mind has wandered far and wide afield in all my dreams.

There's lessons learned and friends well kept for moments of despair.

And life is what I've come to know of wild empty stares.

Far reaching from my coffee cup, across the page I write.

The circles stain, where the cup has lain, while I take my sip and sup.

Majestic borders guard my mind, imagination freely reigns.

The calm and wild expatriate, the dissident disdains.

I mark my passing with no trace and…


By RayFed

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Ghost In The Machine
The Promised Shores of Valhalla
Suicide is for the Hopeful
The Woman Who Wore A Mask
The Room
Drifting
Sanguine Erotica
When Evil Finds Me
The Dark Lovers
Hidden
Space
The Marijuana Mafia
Signal Fires: The Inundation
Comrade Commissar

Moin Uddin

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Once In A Blue Moon!

…in a blue moon we get to talk

And I wonder from where she gets the feeling to be like an ocean

The river which never gets to meet with its tradition

As ocean keeps changing its place…

By Moin Uddin

Maybe!!!

…I had a lot of expectations

Maybe she had a lot of ambitions

Maybe I was more into her

Maybe she was less into…

By Moin Uddin

What if we rise together in love rather than falling?

…if we rise together in love rather than falling?

Though the path might be different but destination adoring

Taking care of each other in most of the settings

Oh in the arms and hearts full of trust living in…

By Moin Uddin

What fruits it beared of those seeds?

…ever seen at the sky and wondered at things?

The beauty and with what magic it has been made and fit into the settings

From where it's created and how it's crafted with what imagination and blessings

Oh the charms and warms it showers…

By Moin Uddin

Don't Let Yourself Fall Victim

…people will try to suppress you

They will try to use power on you

But you be strong and raise your voices

As if you shut your voice now then they…

By Moin Uddin

The Tour Of Unexplored Fear

…early morning

I peek through my window

And still darkness is surrounding

The birds are…

By Moin Uddin

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Once In A Blue Moon!
Maybe!!!
What if we rise together in love rather than falling?
What fruits it beared of those seeds?
Don't Let Yourself Fall Victim
The Tour Of Unexplored Fear
Miseries Of Unequal Sides
Emptiness
Wings Of Your Desire
Someone Else's Is Working Hard
Prove Your Worth
Heartbeat
Hope Is Alive
It's Okay To Lose Hope
Explore Wild Imaginations
Attitude of Gratitude
Lonely And Broken
Enough Is Enough
Spinning Her In Charms
Walk In Ardor
Like A River In Winter
Sometimes All We Need Is...
The Cold Month Of December
Mood Lift
Believe
The Season Changed
Be The Person Of Words
The Tides Of Possibilities
Never Take A Break
Never Settle With Mediocrity

Samantha Merz

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Grabbed By Hades

…off psychic tears

Fluorescent yellow cichlid

Santa Patrizia

The Administrative Assistant…

By Samantha Merz

Portuguese Plums

…the breakfast buffet, I choose cut up Portuguese plums

Put them on my plate

Poured myself some peach juice in my glass

Spread some apricot jam across my…

By Samantha Merz

Carousel Horses

…seafoam lattes

Planning on wearing opals for brisk October nights

Moonstone on Mondays

Gold and fuchsia beaded headdress drapes my hair

Neon green eyeliner and a cyan crewneck sweater

Thank you for offering to…

By Samantha Merz

Anhedonia

…a clouded leopard

Wolves and bears learning from each other in the wild

Heaven at midnight must be magnificent

Running through the silver portière

Golden horses trotting in the desert

Floating on an oversized, hollowed out…


By Samantha Merz

Vague Ideas

…don't like setting SMART goals

Love vague ideas

Wanting to be better without extensive planning

Early morning mode

You can lead by example and I'll appreciate your efforts

Staring at you with my mouth ajar

Like I'm listening to you from afar

Rather be waiting by the…

By Samantha Merz

Hot Wifer

…had no problem giving it away

Struggle to give away what everyone else tosses out

A beast of bad habits

Free love is the lifestyle

You called me a young lady as if it was a bad thing

I’m not your fallback girl with waterfall hair

Should I refer to you as an old man?

What if I identified as non-binary?

Would you find that nonsensical?

Are you old fashioned?

Have you heard any top 40 songs?

Do you think about your occupation?

How do you waste your time?

Behind the wheel taking me…

By Samantha Merz

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Grabbed By Hades
Portuguese Plums
Carousel Horses
Anhedonia
Vague Ideas
Hot Wifer
Terse
Drive Straight
Polvo
Paragon Paradise
Monster Truck
Hyper-Pigmented Psychedelia
Sultry July
Girl On The Green
Surrounded by Vibrant Sun Conures
Rusty Red Roads
Queen Carola’s Parotia on the Pergola

Tracey Koehler

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Fading Light

…stand trapped between the person I once was, and the person I am to become. I hold on tightly, as she slowly fades, soon to vanish entirely. I cherish every last bit that remains, already mourning her…

By Tracey Koehler

Healing Waters

…no hope for return

To feel the tremble of its power

To gaze upon the heavenly glint of its beauty

To fill my ears with the rushing of its…

By Tracey Koehler

I Let Go

…life, bound by belief, held captive by ideals, imprisoned by guilt and fear; invariably trying to rectify the past, inevitably failing and bankrupting my future.

Longing for freedom, I let go of my self-bound chains. I breathe and see the present for the first time. the present, stagnant up to this point, vibrant, whirling, whispering to me, and I feel the quickening. I am overcome with a lust to be part of the brilliant matrix surrounding me, and, I let go...

By Tracey Koehler

Soccer Moms Do It With Style

A girls night out, interrupted

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…will never forget the look on his face as my husband, Ted, stared at me from the other side of a smudged plate of plexiglass. It was a mix of comical bewilderment and admiration. I wiped the tears from my mascara smeared eyes, picked up the phone, and started at the beginning.

It was Soccer Club Night. No, I didn’t play soccer, I was part of a group of women who fit the “Soccer Mom” profile to a tee. Dedicated mothers, members of the PTA, and tenaciously driven to raise the perfect family. We…

By Tracey Koehler

On Time

…is indefinite, a sequence of continuous events from the past, within the present, and of the future to come.

Society has become fixated with the measurement and the scheduling of time, instead of directing their attention and energy to the sequence of events that are, in essence, their livelihood.

How wonderful life would be if we concentrated on the events that need to occur, rather that the twirly cogs in the machine; to measure our…

By Tracey Koehler

Once Upon A Time

…suppose I did have that “once upon a time” moment in my life, but I watched helplessly as I let it slip through my fingers; forever lost to me. I spend my days in darkness, regret, my only companion, slowly losing hope. I am the monster hiding under my bed, slowly snuffing out the last of my dreams. I have but the dimmest spark left in my cold soul, and I wonder, as I sit in silence, will it be…

By Tracey Koehler

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Fading Light
Healing Waters
I Let Go
Soccer Moms Do It With Style
On Time
Once Upon A Time
Voices
The Abyss
Let Sleeping Demons Lie
Dancing Wishes
The Provincial
Moonlight’s Desire
First Step
Rantings of a Madman in Love
The Path of the Fireflies
The Journey
Breaking Free
Melting Frozen Hearts
The Unloved

James Geehring

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War Songs

…bombs still falling, momma

For my ears, they cannot hear

Are there flashes from the guns at night

My sight I’ve lost…

By James Geehring

Wolves

…curl round the logs that burn

In hearth of cozy mind

The coals beneath the glowing grate

Still spread the warmth through…

By James Geehring

Star’s Delight

…all walk the same courses, in our lives from day to day

Familiar halls or driven roads or pathways made of clay

A melancholy comfort as we repeat our routine

Yet why are there so few who can see what it may…

By James Geehring

Out Of Reach

…exquisite form of torture

To desire what one can’t have

A burn that lasts forever

No response to cooling…

By James Geehring

Nightlight

…old as I walk down the hallway

So old as I lie down to sleep

Yet so full is my mind’s memory storehouse

Of the tales of my youth that I…

By James Geehring

Introspection

…term “unbridled passion” stirs a memory deep in mind

Of youthful thoughts and actions and ambitions which were blind

The charging into every day as if it were the last

No concept of how every hour would soon make up…

By James Geehring

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War Songs
Wolves
Star’s Delight
Out Of Reach
Nightlight
Introspection
Cycles
Childish Thoughts
The Fire
Wrong Turn
Remembering
Departure
Command Performance
Sighs Matters
Sunset
Mistress Of The Wood
Setting Sail
Tea Time
Boxes
The Lost Poem
Old Woods
Small World
Corner Kingdom
Word Canvas
Times Eight
Mind’s House
Water Watching
Edge Of Life
To My Future Self
Night’s End

Sharon Cunningham

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Mirror of My Soul

…removed my clothes, quietly

Laid them in a small pile

So anxious and excited, I was

For it's been quite a…

By Sharon Cunningham

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In Memoriam

No matter the country, no matter the year, we hold them in our memory -- Lest We Forget

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…called for them, they served for us

With a promise to fight, not just talk the talk

They fought from land, from air, and…

By Sharon Cunningham

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The Rusty Old Can

…the corner of the old shed

Pushed way in the back

Sits a rusty old can

Next to a tattered…

By Sharon Cunningham

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Down Thru The Winds Of Time

…am your mother

From long, long ago

Hundreds of years before

The time you now…

By Sharon Cunningham

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Sweet Mélange

…the races have mixed

And the look is exotic

And the hue of the skin

And curvaceous…

By Sharon Cunningham

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Red Paint

…thought I heard a sound outside

At the edge of my perception

I could not make it out clearly

Nor tell from which…

By Sharon Cunningham

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Mirror of My Soul
In Memoriam
The Rusty Old Can
Down Thru The Winds Of Time
Sweet Mélange
Red Paint
Where Blossoms Dance
The New Song
Forlorn
Nirvana
Whispers of the Soul
Adrift
Sustenance
Winter Chill
Collective Love
Welcome To My World
Neglected
Best of All
The Finder
Crowning Glory
The Waiting Game
Bliss
Calligraphy of Love
Over, And Over Again
Cry Of The Banshee
The Juncture
The Promise
Wedged in the Garden
An Aquatic Coition
Maestro

Cristina Collazo

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Co-op

…miss video games. It was a time waster as my mom called it but I definitely had some great times playing even if I was just playing by myself. They were my home away from home. The friends I never had. The family I never had. The lovers I never had. Whatever I was missing. The sounds, the colors, the catchy…

By Cristina Collazo

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Road

…road in front of me and nothing behind me or at least I can’t see what’s behind me. I can’t turn to look back. No matter how hard I try to look back I end up looking up at the sky instead. I’m in the middle of the road. To my left an empty field with a few dead trees. And to my right are thick lively trees that I…

By Cristina Collazo

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An Interview

…business. Not sure what that means, but she decided to wear a long-sleeved red sweater, black linen, black socks, and black flats. She was being interviewed at three in the afternoon and regretted it. Now she…

By Cristina Collazo

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Trapped

…father wrapped me up in a blanket. As much as I fought to be let out he wouldn't let me go. I think I heard my sister cry. It wasn't a long trip. He locked me up in an empty bedroom. Shortly after he left my mother appeared with a box. Was that to use as a…

By Cristina Collazo

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Inka’s Curse Part 40

…were some remains of a wall. Finally, I could begin to smell the burning of what was left of Oakheart. There must have been at least twenty creatures camping inside what was left of the small village. These creatures must be working for the dragon. They brought me into the camp. They brought me to a tent in…

By Cristina Collazo

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Inka’s Curse Part 39

…smiled as my feet touched the soft sand. I’ve been to a few beaches but none as magical as this one. I almost skipped along the path, a picnic basket in hand, as I neared the ocean. The water glittered, reflecting the light of the sun. Although it was a pretty sight, I couldn’t help but feel that something was…

By Cristina Collazo

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Co-op
Road
An Interview
Trapped
Inka’s Curse Part 40
Inka’s Curse Part 39
Inka’s Curse Part 38
Inka’s Curse Part 37
Inka’s Curse Part 36: Return
Inka’s Curse Part 35: Test
Inka’s Curse Part 34: Mother Nature
Inka’s Curse Part 33: Confusion
Inka’s Curse Part 32: Burned
Inka’s Curse Part 31: Trial
Inka’s Curse Part 30: Betrayal
Inka’s Curse Part 30: Captured
Inka’s Curse Part 29: Dragon
Inka’s Curse Part 28: Cave
Inka’s Curse Part 27: Meal
Inka’s Curse Part 26: A Few Drinks
Inka’s Curse Part 25: Memories
Inka’s Curse Part 24: Shoreline
Inka’s Curse Part 23: A Prayer
Inka’s Curse Part 22: Found
Inka’s Curse Part 21: Alone In The Dark
Inka's Curse Part 20: Lost in Thought
Games
Inka's Curse Part 19: The Shipwreck
Inka's Curse Part 18: Request 2
Inka's Curse Part 17: Request

Marina Vos

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PTSD and Me

This is a short post, mostly about what my life has been like lately

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…not going to lie. I've been going offline, things haven't been right, inside is a mess, trying only seems like I'll miss. I'm pushing but life keeps throwing me back, the past keeps resurfacing, memories I thought were hidden now lay bare, I dug that whole and now they're out, things keep seeping in to my everyday and I…

By Marina Vos

Tears

A short story based on the things that live deep inside my mind

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…you wipe your tears today, yeah you didn't hear me walking into the kitchen.

I looked at you and asked what's wrong hating the cold counter top under my hand.

You looked back at me and said it's just been a long day and that you are tired, if I could go back I…

By Marina Vos

My Disease

A quote a friend told me, we're all suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids suicide isn't the answer

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It started with scrapes,

Just little things,

No one noticed not even I,

A little scratch here and there,

It started with sleepless nights,

It started with nightmares of my own demise,

Soon I fall under the knife,

Soon I forgot how to live,

One cut, just to see,

Was the pain truly that bad?

Do I regret it?

Was my dreams telling me to love the Scarlet within,

Blood is thicker than ink after all,

So I drew road mabs along my legs,

With a knife I paved…

Brown Eyed Girl

I'm a brown eyed girl, used and abused, 
used to the lies and used to the pain,
Crying inside because outside doesn't matter,
Smiling because no one needs to know,
Telling lies of perfect lives,
Hiding the truth behind my eyes,
I am a brown eyed girl,
Hurt and torn,
I'll keep fighting, 
Because I know the pain,
From not being heard,
I am a brown eyed girl who bleeds alone.

Silken Touch

What would you do?

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…will you do if I told you, I'm dieing under pressure,

I'm drowning on thine air,

Would you try and save me?

Or would you watch me go?

If I die tonight will you care?

Will you cry?

Or will my loss make your life better?

Brighter?

Happier?

Would you save me

Save me

If I cut too deep,

If the blood poured out,

Would you try to help?

Or would you smile as I fade into shadows?

Would you save me?

Save me,

This time,

I'm walking out,

What would you do if I told you,

I'm dieing under…

Scarlett Rivers

A smile can hide more than just anger

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This emotional wall between my head and my heart is growing ever tall,
I can't breath anymore I've lost more than I bargained for,
I've been trying to out live my past but it's starting to out live me, I'm unable to see why I fight,
It's bloodshed and war all around me, Tears stream down my face,
With a foggy mirror and almost no light,
I watch the knife slip down my face tracing lines of Scarlett pain,
Blood red lines run down my chest,
Echoes of hope lost in vain,
Deeper and deeper the life cuts, But the pain still isn't enough,
The words they hurt more than my blood,
Spilled onto white porcelain floors,
Secret voices they speak of deadly truths, Masked by years of lies,
Deeper into my skin the Scarlett lines have thinned,
My eyes are open but my brain is fading, The light fades by words too, 
The Scarlett rivers run dry.

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Brown Eyed Girl
Silken Touch
Scarlett Rivers
Voices
Voices
Sweet Pain
If They Ask
Personal Spaces
Changed
Masked Faces
Tired Child
Drugged Dreams
Darkness
Dead Inside
Sad Air
Hands of Fate
A Movie
The Same Ghosts
Halo and Horns
Day Dream
Writer
Whispers of Death
Little Girl
Breath
Hell's Blue Eyes
The Broken One
Heaven and Anarchy

Jack Thomas→

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God’s Magnifying Glass
Death at 30: Update 2021

I didn’t do it.

You would literally not believe what I will tell you, like a fucking miracle, shortly after the last update things got interesting and I got sidetracked. And for the first time in my life, I literally forgot I was doing this at all.

And I won’t go into great detail because who the fuck are you and why do I care what you know?

But it was exciting. It was thrilling. And it was sad and happy…

Traumatic Hypocrite

…just to be able to avoid acknowledging the hurt of others, to in return have a built-in excuse that allows me to ignore my own. A clever little trick that makes it appear as though the reason I’d be a hypocrite is because of talking about it, but in reality, I’m a hypocrite for pretending we aren’t all scarred and broken. Scared and chokin’ on the thoughts unspoken.

I tell people to open up, speak their truths, acknowledge their pain and work through it by exposing themselves to the trauma head-on. Meanwhile, I speak to no one about the demons I face. Quiet internal battles. I’m so well versed at the art of misdirection that I’ve trained myself to store backup smaller traumas to disclose the moment I’m questioned on the subject. Practical, tactical…

Despair

…life trying to piece together who I believe I am, all while pretending I have it figured out. I haven’t a shred of an idea.

Word vomit covers the floors and surfaces, splashing across in random directions. I seek patten in all the madness hoping to find organized chaos. Lingering shadows hover over my shoulder with twisted grins watching my every move.

Perpetual nausea in the pit of my stomach leaves a lasting unease to pair with the chest pressure restricting airflow. Only in deep breaths does…

Judging Angels

Ancient the sting of fiends with dried wings

These being's death sound like rings

Ain't it fresh when breaths sing?

Faded stress from great things

Slayed fits suited for….

Dancing in the Rain

She makes you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.

But when we reviewed the footage, there was no one but you, sir.

We’ve got you in multiple camera talking to yourself in the rain naked.

The bodies were found nearby and the knife had your hand prints on it. All the evidence aims towards a premeditated murder. But based on your account, it seems you’ll likely plea insanity.

The interrogation room door swings open with one of the officers reviewing the footage in another room with a horrified look on his face. “Sir, I we need you to come…

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God’s Magnifying Glass
Death at 30: Update 2021
Traumatic Hypocrite
Despair
Judging Angels
Dancing in the Rain
Screaming Walls
Want Rhymes
Death at 30: Update 2020
Trying and Flowing
Bad Guy
All Systems Fail
Direction
Insomnia
Viral Karma
Attempt
Fighting to Focus
Expand
Nightmare Awake
Strategizing
Claiming A Self
Woke Juice
Intoxicated Brainwashing
Thirteenth Race
Breaking News
Haunted
Death at 30: Update 2019
God's Storm
Bloody Steak
Staying Alive VI