The Everlasting faith
Crippled by the destined fate
Fades
When bygones feel like
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The Everlasting faith
Crippled by the destined fate
Fades
When bygones feel like
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Was it me you screamed for
when the stars fell from above?
They gleamed, they fell forth
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Thunder muffled behind night's darkness
Suffocated candle wick
Summer's harshness mellowed by
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In a magical world there lived a man who was blessed with everything life had to offer. He knew of no pleasure that was not his to enjoy. This man had a great many gifts; so many, in fact, it's ... [+]
The smell of cow dung sucker-punched me with my first steps out onto the dirt path with my grandmother. It was pungent enough to mask my own odor caused by the hot and humid summer in India. My ... [+]
The fairy cage broke as does my wall.
I never walk, cause to walk is the brother of fall.
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Tick tock.
1:00 am.
Lights out. Billboards dimmed. Traffic slept.
I walked out of the office, came home, and sneaked into my mother's bedroom intending to
kiss her good
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My name is Mary Delores Archie; I also carry my Indian name Hoshi meaning Raven. I am Shuswap from the Canim Lake Band and a Shishalh member of the Sechelt Nations people. I was born in the generation ... [+]
Part 1: A Lover's Manual to Building a Rocket
[But why a rocket, of all things?]
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I've always liked being in control. My planner, filled with checklists and to-do items, contains my whole life. Filling out forms brings me a weird sense of satisfaction. I like putting all the ... [+]
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess in a beautiful castle. She was kind and generous and everybody loved her.
In that same palace lived a lowly servant. The servant longed to be
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The phone buzzed twenty-six times on my bedside table. Moaning, I turned my aching body and grabbed the phone with my uninjured hand.
"John?" a shrill voice demanded.
"Hey Natalie."
"Where
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my jaw is heavy my teeth feel wired shut
my foot keeps twitching my mind is blank
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It's 3AM and you're there again. You're always there, every day, for the past 3 years, 2ꟷ6AM unfailingly. The stale air of the attic settles uncomfortably all around you, as the only intelligible ... [+]
"Roses are red
And love is mad."
The poet sighs
And floods our eyes.
When love's too
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