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14. A Lost MonkA Chapter by Peter RogersonTHROUGH THE GATES OF TIME Part 14 |
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To ArreisA Poem by jaiariusYou’d maybe wish I’d hold this in my love, don’t worry sweetheart. We get better with age baby, but you were my best friend.. I hate.. |
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Who's Got Trouble?A Poem by Robert RonnowI’ve never put a candidate’s bumper sticker on my car before--why not take sides--"what are you waiting for?Death puts a stop to daily low.. |
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a physical whereaboutsA Poem by godlucifera physical science |
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The Hour-glassA Poem by David PlantingaThis one's a weird one about hour-glasses and bells |
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The Melting HoursA Poem by David PlantingaThe town shone cleanest in the mist. The clerk rushed for his train, And if he dallied on his course, The mist would clot to rain. .. |
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the test of timeA Poem by godlucifera grand future |
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A MomentA Poem by Photographed Thoughtsall eternity is in the moment |
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at least we have thisA Poem by james randwithtoday felt like waitingmost days do nowalthough,you never know exactly what it isyou’re waiting forand there’s thecreeping doubt, that you.. |
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Upon a LifetimeA Poem by Melinda McQueenUpon a Lifetime A warm hug, A kiss to the cheek. A tender smile, A heart that seeks. To be a part of someone’s world.. |
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Old friendsA Poem by Priestthe "friends" Time and Death and how one may never be on their good side and will eventually succumb to both. |
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Interior walls of plasterA Story by LCat80star(A brief story about how your identity is always masked like a wall covered in layers of plaster or paint) |
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My SkinA Poem by LaToya MartinMy skin settles with the evening skiesIt dwells in the darkness of nightIn the morning time, it awakesStill in its beauty-LaToya Martin |
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Making Time CountA Poem by Melinda McQueenMaking Time Count A sunny afternoon stroll. Sharing a special meal. Taking all night. Having a love, real. When little.. |
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daysleepA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonlazy after my chemical feast i draw the blinds reclinethe motes swim in my exhalation the blankets are hotthe sweat stickysalt-rimmed lips round a sou.. |
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twenty-twoA Poem by Daniel Atkinsondrunk on mouthwash it’s funnythe kick the very muleness of it funnygangling and gawking and pimple-scarred and beating on the breast of manhood .. |
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