Shoot
/It’s so wrong to be both
the bullet and the target
To scream ‘I love you’s and yet loath
what you have …
By Slyvia Rose
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Few to no spelling errors.
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We keep the rules pretty lenient because we accept poetry among other freer formed writing styles and formats. You can find more details on our Submission Guidelines.
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It’s so wrong to be both
the bullet and the target
To scream ‘I love you’s and yet loath
what you have …
By Slyvia Rose
Read MoreHis passion hits like a heatwave—
a fierce and consuming blaze
sudden and overwhelming
I try to run away…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read MoreAn earlier version of this …
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Alkali sands shine white hot under a blazing azure sky
Your eyes tear to stare even a moment into the vastness
On the far horizon a speck …
By Mike Turner
Read MoreThe sun never truly sets, nor does it rise.
Those are simply the earth’s habit of turning away
a slow rotation that hides what was always …
By Tim Giordano
Read MoreWhen we're young, we dismiss…
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In high school, the four of us were indestructible.
We could build forts in freezing weather.
In the pouring rain, we’d fish for …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreA heatwave? Gotta reach …
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A hundred and ten? Yeah, that’s warm,
but it’s not what we call a heat storm.
One-ten plus is called…
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreOn a July 7th,1867, afternoon in New Mexico territory, fighting a dry sandpaper wind and with old sol blistering down hot enough to make a lizard sweat, prospector D. B. Adams wiped his furrowed forehead with a handkerchief …
By CraigE
Read MoreTemperatures are rising…
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While walking home after grade promotion graduation, Paulie bumped into a young lady surveying the sidewalk servicing the…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreGrey Thoughts is a place for a multitude of creators in numerous different mediums to display their creative projects for the world to see.