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A Final MessageA Story by JPDonelanA night of affection becomes odd when an old friend of Kyle's leaves a bizarre message that turns out to be his improbable last. |
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A Child That is SpecialA Poem by Matt BUsing inspiration from some friends and my own experiences around special need children |
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5/14/19A Poem by Andre PetersonIt turns out I am not alone in these sleepy meadows. Morning breaks and I am astonished at the wonder and peaceful silence it brings. Yet the wind c.. |
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3/16/19A Poem by Andre PetersonThere is patience in laughter and looking back on the good memories, as well as times of growing and the force that has separated us. I have looked.. |
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3/29/19A Poem by Andre PetersonIt's decided! This train will surely take me to where I was meant to be. Yet I hesitate. The steam and commotion has made me lose focus on what it.. |
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4/10/19A Poem by Andre PetersonMy morning has arrived. The ambience felt stale. I drew back the curtains and came face to face with a witches stare. I looked away shocked and sta.. |
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4/24/19A Poem by Andre PetersonI took flight and spoke words I knew would send me crashing into the ocean. It's part of the journey. It's all I have ever known. And sinking furth.. |
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4/29/19A Poem by Andre PetersonIt takes four years to get over the swells of her majestics. Pure lore in spite of the mess that trails me. And now I am strapped to this chair writ.. |
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5/7/19A Poem by Andre PetersonI listened to your voice last night. The one where you kept repeating words of tasteless struggles. All that worries you. You shriek at the sou.. |
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5/8/19A Poem by Andre PetersonI dig my fingers into sand. Craving the cool, wet feeling it gives. She plays the koto so beautifully, my heart is the only gift I can give. But sh.. |
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5/16/19A Poem by Andre PetersonI dreamt of shifting sands where your foot prints where my guiding path. Mountains towered before me with it's peaks scraping the heavens in an attem.. |
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5/26/19A Poem by Andre PetersonThis old piano that was gifted now sits muted. I'd play a song if only the mood would allow me too. I know you'd close your eyes and hum along. Gos.. |
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The forest.A Poem by Andre PetersonI stand alone, with fearful eyes and my shadows clone, my blood falls wet onto soft cool stone. The forest mocks my hunger, engulfing me whole. My .. |
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7/16/2019A Poem by Andre PetersonShe stood there in a different way than I had ever seen her before. I had forgotten how much time had passed before I reached out my hand as if to of.. |
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7/22/2019A Poem by Andre PetersonI got lost again under the glow of these street lights. And after weeks, these hotels feel more and more like home. This city is very welcoming. A.. |
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Shapeless GloryA Poem by Mackenzie KnitterReflection on the difference between passion and distraction... and how I gravitate to negative distractions. |
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New Year, Old PainA Chapter by Wathanya.5KY3Dear Journal,It's been a while since we last talked. I know I don't need to make excuses for not talking to you, but I want you to know it has been a .. |
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Re: New Year, Old PainA Chapter by Wathanya.5KY3Dear Wathanya,It has been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry that I didn't reply to Perfectionism and some other letters. I'm also sorry to hear that you a.. |
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moved on 1A Poem by deepsighfour years ago i thought i'd never be the same againyou broke my my heartor so I thoughtcodependency is a habit of not loving yourself enoughafter I l.. |
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1/27/2020A Poem by Andre PetersonIt was cold over the harbour. I've never once shivered this hard since Brussels. Yet the snow had only just began to fall. I stood there watching t.. |
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