…made man in his own image and put him into a earthly home
God recognized that man was all alone
So God thought to himself ......let me create for him a soulmate and not just a clone
Let me create a kindred spirit is from his flesh and his bone
He took a bone from the place that protects the heart and the soul
We spend the majority of our lives searching for that missing piece just so we can feel whole
But most of the time we return with our heart broken into a million pieces
All coming from…
By Wordpl@y
Read More…sat on the curved top of the yellow fire hydrant.
The streetlamp light illuminating her in a soft white glow.
Her burgundy curls shine black in the halo.
She smiles.
Inches from her face is a virgin kiss.
The other girl stands, fingers touching the tips of her own.
The flirtation of winter tickles their skin;
cool air and early…
By Catori Sarmiento
Read More…room was empty. He sat by the wall staring at its blank surface. The white, unadorned, uncovered slab of drywall before him was easier to deal with then the emptiness behind and inside of him. He sighed, knowing he'd have to face it, all of it. The hollow shell of what his life once was. Still he sat, cross-legged not sure as to why. The wall wasn't going to change, the furniture wasn't going to be placed back. He was alone, he always felt alone, but it seemed worse now. There was no escape from the…
By Wil R. P. McCarthy
Read More…need a host
It’s necessary to their survival
But Is it painful for him to watch you die...
His soul cries for love
While his body rages
His tongue whipping your back
And breaking your skin
The demon can only enter through a wound
Where’s the fault if he had no choice
If it was kill or be killed...
Malignancy spreads
Intent Possession
Your autonomy is gone
choices are no longer yours
You wanted to save him...
But you drowned in his despair
Now the words you speak are venomous
Fire burns inside your heart
Angry and…
By Becca Hulen
Read MoreHere is the 2nd Who Am I? A different style. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to ask questions if something doesn't make sense.
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…wounds you know where not.
Inside an Echo of current rot.
Only what's lost.
Does one observe
Their existence at cost.
Oh... What nerve.
Memory askew of little known by you.
Festering in pain and anguish I grew.
Your flesh admires passion.
When denied lust escapes,
thoughts you desire of passion.
Calamity I leave to waste.
I'm no ruse, nor here to amuse.
Reasons for me to accuse then…
By InSaNeLy NoRmL77
Read MoreA 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
Read More…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
Read More…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
Read MoreA Parable on Suffering
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…strolled around his garden in the cool of morning. Hearing a beautiful songbird nearby, he reached for her, and she lovingly responded. He caught and caged her.
Over time, she grew weary in her cage, using her lovely voice only to shriek about her circumstances. He mocked her weight gain and spent excessive amounts of time with other songbirds, instead of her. Not having the strength to bear another moment of mental torture, she fell to the bottom of the cage, begging for death to set her…
By L L Cartin
Read MoreA CIA Agent gets more then he expected from a debriefing of a former KGB agent in 1993. A strange tale emerges of a secret Soviet Space project and a flying saucer in 1969.
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In Memory of my Late Wife Susan who helped edit this story.
…a deep sigh the clean cut CIA agent stood up and snubbed a cigarette out in an ash tray on the heavy wooden table before him. He looked intently at a bearded dirty man in tattered clothes on the other side of the table. He tugged at his blue tie and turned to his right and walked slowly away from the table. He looked into a long nearby mirror and slowly shook his…
By Lee Crystal
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