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It started out small

there was pain,
and there was sanity,

god above,
there,

in a brown
collected light,

i was never
much for
experiences

the love that feels
for most, had never
felt for me,

the exploding friends
at night
and the highlighted neon
conversations
that prove to be
valuabe lessons,

did not explode
their neon wisdom
inside my library,

any simple gesture
kills me dead,
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Added by Gustavo on September 8, 2010 at 11:00pm — No Comments

Lungs, Don't Fail Me Now.

Oesophagus brewing up a burning for my chest,

Knotting and kneading like a fist within my breast,

Swallowing bile before it reaches my teeth,

Harrowin

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Added by Annalisa Astarita on September 8, 2010 at 10:59pm — No Comments

Soon Angels

Soon Angels (a Halloween story/Part One)

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Added by Tom (WordWulf) Sterner on September 8, 2010 at 5:07pm — No Comments

Right as Rain

we make history every time we exist
we are art the moment we are parted

I still haven't seen
happiness and art
holding hands like we do
but we do Continue

Added by Alisha on September 8, 2010 at 4:12pm — No Comments

The Gentle and the Strong

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Added by Christy McDaniel on September 8, 2010 at 8:08am — 1 Comment

Wolves At Bay

I loved you enough to not understand.
I could not fully relate or sympathasize.
I did not really want to, even if I could have.
Whatever he, or they, did with you, or to you,
will die with you, though it lives, churning in you now.

Rusty autumn day, leaves fell like youth abducted.
Stumbling from the abandoned house on Bay Lane,
late using your latchkey, emerging di… Continue

Added by John N "Jack" Varnell on September 8, 2010 at 6:14am — No Comments

Tuesday night

A two-stepping street romancer, prancing along the gravelled bank like a modern day Ben Crosby, calls the world pedantic and himself, a voyant. Chasing it up the wall and down along the pavement, to prolong the penniless torment, the near crooked homeless london’s sickening ferment. The late night restless river Thames courses through my disbelief and the reliefs of an affected, half-afflicted youth. Late night drear Dickensian shadows dwarf in on what’s worthwhile, or each attempt to reconcile… Continue

Added by Nadia Khomami on September 7, 2010 at 11:40pm — 1 Comment

yet more short-story shite

The More Things Change

And the wind was riffling through the trees like a light-fingered thief, and the lights were like little holes bored in the Flatrock darkness. It was late in the day, long after the neighbourhood dogs had found freedom to bark. There was coffee in the kitchen, with the smell of still-wet paint. There was a cat curled in to an ammonite shape, wet fur steaming by the stove. There was the Big Man, gutting fish, telling us we… Continue

Added by Fran "Biddy" Lock on September 7, 2010 at 7:02pm — No Comments

Savannah

I've been born wild into captivity

and the way I am untamed is a scarlet letter

I can never truly wash it away.

I understand both worlds

But my nature only, truly, knows one.

I've been blessed with eyes which recognise

the mediocrity I am melting upon.

And for the tolerance of understanding

I can never truly leave.

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Added by Alisha on September 6, 2010 at 11:11pm — No Comments

So long...

Years of evolution

and I seem to be still this unmanageable tangle

of raw feel which does not even have emotion names baptised after.

Meeting people's eyes disturbs me in a way that drives me close to madness.

Why haven't they all disappeared the moment she did?

They're less necessary and definitely not needed by me.

I would sleep to frozen death to survive this time

but I know there are far m

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Added by Alisha on September 6, 2010 at 11:10pm — No Comments

The Importance of Good Friends

There was Lenny. He was the first. And Bill. And Cody. Josh, Stan, Old Blue, Walt,

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Added by Michael Sean Barber on September 6, 2010 at 11:00pm — 1 Comment

Freedom Ain't No Game

Freedom Ain’t No Game

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Added by Tom (WordWulf) Sterner on September 6, 2010 at 8:02pm — No Comments

Only Idiots

I can't begin to express or articulate
Too warn down to deliberate
On a certain end
Easily manipulated
Some speculate
I'll never make it through

Probably right only idiots
Repeat mistakes
That destroyed before
They will most likely
Break this time the
Best to shatter to bits
All over the place
As I mourn our death
Premature

Can see it coming
And I cry and weep
Trying my best to
Hold it down
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Added by Sammi Joy on September 6, 2010 at 2:30pm — 3 Comments

Zines/Handmade books and a little favour required...

I am giving away copies of a zine/handmade book entitled 'Tea'. It is the first of many I hope to create. You can drop me a message here or on twitter or facebook of course:

http://twitter.com/thesecondmagpie

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Added by The Second Magpie on September 5, 2010 at 10:14pm — No Comments

Undertaker

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Added by Tom (WordWulf) Sterner on September 5, 2010 at 6:27pm — No Comments

8000 Day Week

8000 DAY WEEK

I got up
I put on my make up
I got worried
I had French toast
I drank champagne
I looked ill
I walked around
I spoke to someone
I smoked
I had sex
I took cocaine
I enjoyed TV
I looked at myself
I listened to Hip-Hop
I shopped
I want something

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Added by Robert W Monk on September 5, 2010 at 3:16pm — No Comments

Cut Finger Tips

CUT FINGER TIPS

Cut finger tips grip the traces of my life
Sucking lemon puss of cat head
I've got new material
Coming from my soul-bin.

Stop, I've

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Added by Robert W Monk on September 5, 2010 at 3:14pm — No Comments

Of Lips, Mother & Wine (working with morph)

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Added by Tom (WordWulf) Sterner on September 5, 2010 at 12:00am — No Comments

Icelander Rune

Icelander Rune

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Added by Tom (WordWulf) Sterner on September 4, 2010 at 5:14pm — No Comments

Flash Fiction (#3)

Home to Roost

They said that he would come again. But he did not come. Death come. Death had borrowed his body, to sit down inside of, to keep from the cold. Death had made himself at home, stretching out his legs and curling up his toes, shaking himself out, down the length of the six-foot three-inch frame, in to all of the corers like a quilt inside a cover, lapping over the edges like displaced water from a too-deep bath. Dark did not come bac… Continue

Added by Fran "Biddy" Lock on September 4, 2010 at 3:30pm — No Comments

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