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From the Outside Looking In

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

I’m looking at the world from the outside looking in and what I see is a cold world, full of hate and pain. From this view, I see a lot and hear even more and the madness in the world is enough..

Guiding Light

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

As I sit here writing this under the stars, enjoying a pleasant November evening, I’m reflecting on the friendship we share. Since we’ve met, you’ve been like a guardian angel. When ..

Welcome to my World

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

Sometimes I feel so damn empty inside. Hollow like the tree behind which I hide. No organs, no brains but I manage to stay alive. I felt like I’ve been stung by the residents of an angry beeh..

Dreams

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

I still can’t believe it took five years to reach my dreams. But it only took you nine months to destroy ‘em or that’s the way it seems. Why me? You let the power go to your head. ..

Is It AThe End?

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

Is this it? This is not how my story ends… I feel hopeless like someone who sits back and pretends. I will fight to the death to change this outcome. But I can’t lift my arms to defend..

Exposure to enclosure.

A Poem by Unforgettable1230

So many different faces, So many different places. Their smells fading together. Smoke, alcohol, and leather. I stare at the only familiar face in the room Knowing it'll all end too soon. His ey..

A Tale Of Two Men

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

Born I was on the 27th day of September. Lay dormant I did, with nothing to remember. It was his life to control, until I saw fit. Nineteen years was long enough for me to sit. Spine was rigid, bu..

SWEETNESS

A Poem by James K. Blaylock

SWEETNESS She kisses him, like heaven While both hope, Ever is on their side Etched in time... To-be concrete Night eyes twinkle Enough to joy, So goes the wish Shared with the age..

Back to Basics

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

Ten months have passed….now’s a good time to make a return. Going back to basics, a journey to when the fire will once again burn. Back to my origin, where it all started. A retrospect..

Deadly Teenage High Jinks (A Tale o..

A Story by James K. Blaylock

Deadly Teenage High Jinks (A Tale of Zombie Love) Joe and Sammy were two young bored teenage loves. He was on the football team, and loved the power of being a somebody in this town. She on the ot..

Hataman Freestyle

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

I kick my s**t just like I kick a freestyle. I just reached the top, waiting for me to fall off, it'll be a while. Funny, how you're in a f****n pickle like a Vlassic. Your s**t is noteworthy bu..

The Experience of Compassion

A Story by Reality

A fiction story based on emotions from another large scale fire call we had - the first line is a line from Taylor Swifts song "our song"

True Confessions of a Hata Pimp

It seems the only way for me to be at peace is to use the pen and paper. My dreams always come out strong and manage to disappear like water vapor. I love my best friend, but this is no ordinary lov..

Touching Eternity

A Poem by James K. Blaylock

Touching Eternity far above the earth and spinning, with a kiss of stars... we are lost out among this moon's wonder will we ever return, from such breathless..

I'm sorry.

A Poem by Unforgettable1230

I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was. Two broken people don't make a whole person. It just doesn't work like that...

The Beginning of a Legacy

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

It all started on the 27th day of September 1977. It was the day my soul awoke and came down from Heaven. Ever since then , my life has been nothing less than a blessing. Sometimes, my world feels..

Hounds Off (Of Better Bliss)

A Poem by James K. Blaylock

Hounds Off (Of Better Bliss) faught-off those hounds of hell, and left'em in-a state that was confusion unto my jaded mind... til alas i found an open door ..

Reaping

A Poem by James K. Blaylock

Reaping long ago, I walked on sands of the beginning and now I never rest not a moment goes by where I'm not reaping 8-23-07

Lonely Looker

A Poem by James K. Blaylock

Lonely Looker she lies out on her belly, down upon the green staring straight into her grasped reading... and looking fine as a flower, he is locked-up in his busy working office glued i..

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