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Tianna Ghost Howl-sen 👻🐺 Sep 18
19 Sept 19 📖 ”When sunset, like a crimson throat to hell, is cavernous…” ― George Sterling, ‘A Wine Of Wizardry’ * Cavernous *
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Ed Hall 10 Jul 18
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Kelvin Rodrigues Sep 18
“I hate going into caves, sir. They’re just so...” “, Haskins?” “Rather like your wi...” “Stop it.” “I was about to say they’re so dark, sir.” “Do we have torches?” “Just matches.” “Quick, strike one... well?” “I don’t get it, this one worked earlier.”
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Deborah Wynne Nov 6
I’m a sucker for great eyes. They’ll seduce me quicker than a driver at Daytona. Forget flowery words & feathery touches. Don’t need baubles or impressive overtures. Just look at me with your dark, starry eyes. I’ll welcome you into my heart to find my soul.
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Ramakrishna #VedicRonin Sep 19
This regret So Each time I reach in To retrieve a memory It echoes A ripple coming back Years later In a sea of unshed tears   
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Nathan Brazil - short mini-hiatus Sep 19
A doctor took a peek inside my head & found I had no brain. I told him I was born that way – just a expanse, with dense clouds and the occasional electrical storm. A family of 5 has taken residence inside and they’ve asked me to keep my movements to a minimum.
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🎃🕸♡•°•Giselle•°•♡🕸🎃 Sep 19
I am not My Not the Longing for Freedom Nagging In the marrow Of my bones I am more Than days Stretched into Nights Slept away Through fear Of living in This mind ~I am light The cadence Of the ocean I am life Imperfect But trying
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Aspen✒️(BBS 😷Sick)©️AspenBrave®™ Sep 18
where’s the little me brave girl that needed no cape had so many dreams scribbled on everything a tiny bird flying free caged you can’t escape of nothing battered & beaten a hole for rape ’s scar still bleeding
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Antonio Antignani Sep 19
' "depression" aurora in a cavernous mom's absence destroyed the doll face's hair who kept singing songs from a full moon ' songs.. depression 387
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Ty Sparks, Twister of Tales, Writer of Wrongs Sep 18
The well’s depths triggered Jack’s vertigo. “I’m feeling woozy!” Jill took the pail. “Jeez, again?” “Hey, I’m the one who broke his crown last time, not you.” “Cause bitches get stitches!” “I’m telling mom!” And a little boy went tumbling down the hill. Again.
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Barlock Addams Sep 19
They tell her God most loves quiet girls with folded hands, who breathe soft as butterfly wings. But she finds religion between the black keys of a piano, opens a mouth and sings loud as Gabriel’s trumpet, draws lost souls like locusts to the edge of the stage.
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DeRicki Johnson Sep 19
A single punch Into the fight Quickly I surmised My resort To fisticuffs Was highly ill-advised Despite their ads Red Bull doesn’t Really give you wings But I’m sure that alcohol Made me think Stupid things Counterpunch. dark... Next day my head still rings
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DeRicki Johnson Sep 19
Deep within A crypt 2SkeletonsDidCreep They ran into Each other &The2BeganToFreak Each believed Impossible A pile of bones Could walk Til each realized They too were bones & had no call to balk Now that their belief Was challenged They promptly fell apart
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Deborah Wynne Sep 19
My world was gray & smoke, blackened ash. A shell, devoid of light. Blinded by life’s sludge; joy was not just elusive, but impossible. An explosion ripped thru the darkness. Fireworks of bright color streamed their glorious luminous hues. You’d found me.
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R. X. writes Sep 19
Mom hates it when I go to the city. The roads are all broken and bears wander the streets. A man chases me and I have to shoot him with one of my two bullets. But I find pristine lithium batteries in a skyscraper. There’s nothing like shopping in the city.
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Grant Hinton (Author) Sep 19
I laid on the table, a hole in my chest. I moved the forceps into the hole, pinched the artery and slice it off. My heart came free with a squelch. My thoughts were confirmed. When Julie left I died of a broken heart. I only knew by doing the autopsy on myself.
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DeRicki Johnson Sep 19
Lost in darkness Consumed By sulfurous smell I meet A televangelist & know This must be Hell He is Countlessly recalling How from the sky He fell Wondering why The strippers From his PrivateJet Aren’t here Pimping God’s A bigger sin Than dancing nude I fear
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Indigenous Soul Sep 19
Footprints forged in carbon burning soot skies Inexorable panoply a truth beyond forgiveness An order made of lies A transom we can't get over No matter how hard we try
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Elizabeth Estochen 🏳️‍🌈 Sep 19
Should’ve carried a gun was their response to the sight-- the hole in the chest of a child lain cold on a tile floor. Bells still rang in the halls, measuring time between lives. Another number, another casualty of the war our country fought against itself.
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🦇🕸🧟‍♀️🎃 Jana 🎃🧟‍♀️🕸🦇 Sep 19
Transylvania’d been commercialized. Overall, Dracula had adapted well. He’d ditched the cape for khakis and a sweater. He renovated his once castle; the designer called it farmhouse chic. He kept the bat door knocker though, one last vestige of his old life.
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