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A haunting tale of something sinister growing in the desert

Jerry slammed his heel down on the gas pedal hard; he wasn’t waiting for another single second to jump into his truck with him, there was nothin..

Fundamentalist Britain is surrounded by a huge wall and society as we know it has changed

The cold wind blew hard, harder than it used to, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear, I remember being so cold that I couldn’t feel m..

A tale of betrayal

Well I don't know Just what I heard Fom a drunken hanger on A journey took to a magic place where it forever remains dawn Well I don't know ..

The masters clock made me forgot About what is what and what is not I have to tilt my head this way My eyes don’t burn if I look away My cap..

Inspired by every soul who died for what they believe in

Demons once had dreamed before Traveled through to thoughts of yore Matches burned the darkest door Leave me be I did implore I thought of her as ..

The theme of this poem is the most commony used theme in all of literature...lost love.