Dreams

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…long will the dreams last? I only ask because it’s your face that haunts me every night. If you don’t know, then kindly point me in the direction of someone who does. What? No. We’re not going to talk about that today. Because. Because, I don’t want to. Because. Not today Satan. I didn’t say I dreamed about you – I said your face haunts me. No, I don’t want to talk about it and no you can’t help me. I don’t dream about you. I dream about yester-you. Before- you. The before you became you- you. The I love…

By L.E.

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Surrounded by Vibrant Sun Conures

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…on the importance of friendly paths

Not thinking about what could go wrong if the slicer gets my left thumb

There's a hole in my striped orange work shirt

I should get it fixed but I frankly don't want to spend the money to get it repaired

Haven't gotten enough stares

From valuable strangers to take appropriate action

Discussed the absurdity of people quitting their jobs after the first day of training

Apparently it's best to leave a job

After being with a company for two years

If you stay with an organization for a decade

You miss out on…

By Samantha Merz

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(Who am I?..#3) Destinies Guarantee!

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The third Who am I? Hope yall enjoy.

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…dead, jagged broken teeth.

Souless walking inconsistent.

Paths joy eludes still.

And happiness proves,

a worthy adversary.

Face to face with Zi & On.

Demon torturers eradicating

Evenly stroked perfections.

Angels created excuses.

Intimated production reveals.

The infectious waste humans,

have ascended and adapted.

Beyond Gods reach.

Addiction... "The Conqueror"

Denial... "The Illusionist "

Hatred... "The Antagonist"

Unforgiveness... "The Ghost "

Dead upon the succulent breast.

Hand fulls of lusts,

and desires perversed,

into socialism regret.

Forever is my blessing.

Eternity is your hell.

A paradise most receive,

less they…

By InSaNeLy NoRmL 77

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Within Her Skin

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…first love,

she left me bleeding,

venison hanging

for the hyenas’ feeding.

It was over before

I started talking.

Her flip-flopping feet

were already off walking.

The robot within her skin

disturbed me,

when she said she was dirty

and doesn't deserve me.

My first love

never caught me creeping

outside her window

to watch her sleeping.

But, seeing her old man,

a-stumbling drunk.

I heard her scream.

Put him in my trunk.

The robot within her skin

was gone.

Her father sank through the water

and we rolled…


By Paul Resnick

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Searching

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…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

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The Kissing Post

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…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

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Rusty Red Roads

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…along rusty red roads

It might snow soon

I am looking forward to jaywalking

If you are blending an avocado, you should smooth it out

You have got to look out the window

Used to have a Walkman

Too many eyeshadows for my hazel eyes

Swirling purple pencil crayons inside mandalas

Feeling mediocre today

Evaluating aspects of my daily life

Wanting to reach certain milestones

Dreaming around midnight about…

By Samantha Merz

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Demonic Oppression

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…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

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