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The Gifted OnesA Poem by BThis one is for you sweet child in the red specs |
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Escape into the WindA Story by B.A. RadiantA young woman discovers a power to make change where that power should not exist. Not as much a story as feelings needing to be in writing. |
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Coriolis EffectA Poem by aurora kastaniasOn the nature of Wind |
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Ropes Of DeathA Poem by angelRopes of death will hold you and not let go. You will slip and fall with traps of death, you will see smoke and fire. |
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Fighting The VoiceA Poem by L.M. WeeksAs I fight the voice inside my head, the voice that has always wished me dead.I return to the place that I have never left, a place of solitude, angui.. |
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Mother...A Poem by L.M. WeeksA lonely cry into the brisk wind of the desolate's dismay.Another side, the call of a forgotten soul reaches the ears of a higher being.The gentle kis.. |
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AlmostA Poem by Alfred Kukitzfeeling a breeze |
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Margaret, like a kiteA Poem by WoolSocksWords for the lovely Margaret |
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December 1st - Part IIA Chapter by Charles Anthony AlmanzaSalt to ward off enemies and unclean thoughts. It’s a binding, earthly element, one of the few compounds to cleanse without needing to burn. .. |
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A vision of my Mother for a sunny dayA Poem by WoolSocksA small poem about memory |
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December 3rdA Chapter by Charles Anthony AlmanzaIf the eighteen different alarms, set by the three different women in this house, and snoozed at five minute intervals, had not awoken me, it c.. |
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HurtA Poem by SleepiePenguinHurt--It doesn't disappear with the weather's despair,nor does it get swept and taken by the cold winds.The rain doesn't drench it,and have it dissolv.. |
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ChimesA Poem by Emily LChimesMy legs lie between the grass, feeling everysoft blade tickle my bare skin.Me and the earth now become one.Looking up I realize there is no sky,.. |
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Like a Drunken ButterflyA Poem by MsJewel~ odd things happen during the Santa Ana winds ~ |
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THE WINDMILLA Story by Peter RogersonI'll bet this could never happen, though when I bet anything I'm usually wrong... |
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my true selfA Poem by Amrit Evan Gupta. |
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The Shades of SinA Poem by David Lewis PagetWhenever the wind is blusteryAnd buffets the chamber door,I find Elaine, curling in fearDown on the hallway floor.She cries, calls suddenly out to me,.. |
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Blue Grama GrassA Poem by Robert RonnowHow to break an addiction. Decide to live.What can I learn from my pain. Danger.And friends are merely friendly, live on independentof your injury. Yo.. |
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