N.Sevilla
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My Apple NedA Poem by N.SevillaI had an apple named Ned.He was round and deep blood red.He was not very nice.He taunted the mice,'Til I found him half eaten and dead |
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Don't HideA Poem by N.SevillaMy lips next to your ear,Whispering to turn awayFrom those hateful looksThat torture you in day.Look into myDark brown eyes.Have those pretty greens l.. |
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Emotionless ScreamsA Poem by N.SevillaImagine feeling nothing.No pain, joy, or fear.Imagine you cannot feel loveFor those you hold dear.Now imagine being scaredBut unable to feel the scare.. |
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How Caligo Came To BeA Story by N.SevillaA long time ago, perhaps it was three years or so, there was a little girl who had neither fear nor fright, but she was best known for being extremely.. |
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Unmarked GraveA Poem by N.SevillaCotton covered ground.Scarlet drops on the icy mound.An unmarked grave; it stares intently.The stone face; it pulls me gently.Lover's quarrels and war.. |
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She had those Pale FingersA Poem by N.SevillaWhat I would do to kiss those fingers.To perhaps feel the electric spark.Slender long fingers, I imagine.Fingers turning the world around dark.Turn aw.. |
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The Unnamed TreeA Poem by N.SevillaI never had a name for this tree |
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Frosted Window PaneA Poem by N.SevillaFrozen fingers gently pressed against the windowNose cold from it’s touchSoft breath clouding the viewConstant wiping to see throughHouse lights.. |
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Confessions of a News AnchorA Stage Play by N.SevillaJust something quick that I wrote for an audition |
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