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Birdhouse

Alone, so alone I thank being born, as people intend for me to be meaningful I thank waiting here in anticipation Solitude is hell but...

A Silly Poem

My silly goosery knows no bounds My silly choosingly resounding such sound I'm seriously doing these ridiculous things I pinch, I prod, I...

Blood Called Unwavering Trust

The sky is blue. Do you trust me? Yes. The grass is green. Do you trust me? Yes. One plus one is two. Do you trust me? Yes. The earth is...

Day 102

A flash fiction (<1000 words) piece about a researcher in a fantasy world.

Tonight I Die

Tonight I die To be born again tomorrow The me today will perish in the past So that the me tomorrow can live in the future I might have...

Jeremiah

A micro-fiction story I wrote about a boy and his friend.

Blood and Gold

The shadow beckons. Who said loves comes with ease? It is time to string along the savory red beads. Who knew how beautiful are the...

The rain smells, and I hate it

The rain smells, And I hate it Men hold god in their hearts Yet they litter the streets like rats His radiant light now sickly yellow...

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