| Writing Plight
| | A letter sent ink split from seperate ends the pen has spent days hovering almost giving in to the... | | Words: | 103 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Ripe
| | The sweetest yes my heart skipped some pulses,... | | Poetry | | Genre: | nada | | Updated: | 10-03-08 |
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| Breath!
| | A stutter, A ripple in the atmosphere. That strand of cloud that blocks the sun only to betray the... | | Words: | 659 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| A voice to the mute.
| | I took a trip into the ever so blissful mist of a vocalist.... | | Words: | 239 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| She couldn't have
| | Her essence defiled while vagrants ran wild,... | | Words: | 309 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Confide? (ence)
| | Affirmative action madness,... | | Words: | 157 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Said the mirror
| | To swallow pride and understand,... | | Words: | 115 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Beyond the border
| | They walked to an area not surrounded by dogs or garbage.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 13-11-07 |
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| Penny for your thoughts?
| | Caustic acid burns through the trash cans of the cities’ biggest intersection, infiltrating from... | | Words: | 461 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Great pickup lines.
| | I am agony. I am the thought that spurs from antagonizing, I am an apparition that is subsequently... | | Words: | 230 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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