"Irresponsible manager of crumbs"
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Thoughts as blunt as cheetah claws, Words as sharp as their cleat-like paws; He preys on the weak, with mach-speed speech And purrs sweet nothings as they bleed. But the cheetah is not a king. Just one more cog in our machine; Where he's forced to feed on others, Coerced to smother, lest he suffer The metallic grip on his scruff; To be snuffed and laid out as a rug. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
The steam from the boiling water made the kitchen warm, which was made warmer still if I'd gaze through the glass window above the sink through to a mild autumn storm. Instead, I avoided this by adjusting my stare on the cooling eggs that bobbed betwixt ice squares. But what had briskly whisked the warmth from mine flesh were the footfalls coming down the stairs. From the stairwell, a man taller t... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Here, the now nameless, laid to rest Dewy lips pressed with fresh calm In feathered breast of harpies' nest That's gripped with stiffened palms Onyx hilt bears midnight crest That's gripped with stiffened palms In feathered breast of harpies' nest Dewy lips pressed with fresh calm Here, the now nameless, laid to rest Fist-stiff wrists, with rubies, kissed Fool's errands end in fire Within the moon... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Third-eye-blind and belligerent, Slime prowls cities and villages. Trogs wear the rinds of men they find; Stricken dead, 'fore they knew they'd die. A message, for all female-sexed: Do nothing less than to egress! Amphibious feet, tadpole seed; Greedily feed on mother-steed. Two-faced fetus: diprosopus, Birthed beset with ichthyosis. Disposable, but not a waste. They inspire a special hate; » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Who pressed 'play' on your heart today? Did they stand up and leave the crowd? Did they claim that your act's too lame, And that they hate that you're too loud? Is this, at all, your best of bets? Is this everything you'd hoped for? 'Cuz your friends are less than impressed, And fiends are breathing on your door. You realize something horrible: Not here 'cuz you're adorable; Your heart's a cherry ... » Continue Reading
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
In the biography of an individual born under such a complex astrological arrangement, we find a character whose life is a rich tapestry of light and shadow, a blend of strength and vulnerability shaped by the intricate dance of Taurus, Scorpio, Gemini, Capricorn, Cancer, Aries, and Pisces energies. From the moment of their birth under the stabilizing sun of Taurus, our protagonist is marked by a d... » Continue Reading
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
In the shadowy narrative of this individual, born under a complex astrological canvas, we delve into the deeper, often unspoken dimensions of their psyche. Here, in the realm of Jungian shadows, we encounter the less visible aspects of their character, shaped by the potent mix of Taurus, Scorpio, Gemini, Capricorn, Cancer, Aries, and Pisces energies. In the shadows of Taurus, their steadfastness c... » Continue Reading
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
In the story of an individual born under such a diverse and intricate astrological tapestry, we find a protagonist whose life is marked by deep emotional currents, intellectual curiosity, and a constant balancing of contrasting forces. Born under the steadfast sun of Taurus, our subject enters the world with an innate desire for stability and comfort. Their essence is grounded in the earthy realit... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Beside the sea, painted in blacks Squats tan building by cliffs edge Fluorescent lights shine through small cracks Brackish winds assaulting the ledge Chain link fencing surrounds the grounds Moon's silver spotlight beaming Cricket's songs are the only sounds Besides water's deep breathing Three men exit a hangar door I spy those guys as I hide They carry clay pots to the shore And br » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The hand in the hydraulic press Held more hope than words can express; Now, behold the leaky mesh - Sticky, messy, compressed flesh. A child of twenty-two, The hotshot on the crew. But dreams that come true, Come to an end, too. » Continue Reading
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