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Silencio"¡Pero no dije nada!"Silencio7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mi punto."
TeeterWhen I wake,Teeter2 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I am
among the stars,
poised
on the brink
between dreams and reality.
It’s so easy
to see through the
broken bonds
between waking life...
and the power of Imagination,
that same other world
so close...
too close.
Separate realities
in a sea of dreams.
Fish in the Clouds 8 months ago in Sci-Fi
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Fish in the Clouds 2.0 2 months ago in Sci-Fi
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Growing UpSix-year-old calls from college.Growing Up7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HelpTurning away...hoping you'll chase me.Help4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Star LightI used to stare into the nightStar Light7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reciting the words my mother taught me
I wish I may...
Cold seeping under the closed window sash, my fingers leave wet, misty marks
on the pane
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Hoping you would be okay
Wild, reckless.
Trusting to fate to bring you home
The crashI saw it happen. Miles away—a flash of light—No sound, like a movie
Dark clouds covering the milky way.
Now I sit
Watching this haunted star
No such thing as magic.
Cobalt Frog 7 months ago in Reptiles & Amphibians
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Juicy 7 months ago in Still Life
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London Olympics (Wholock)7 months ago in Movies & TV
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Tempus Fugit 7 months ago in Other
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Nutkin 7 months ago in Animals
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rock bottom, ocean floorhalf-past a different kind of brokenrock bottom, ocean floor2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on sadness, she wrote:
blind fool in the umbra
bury yourself in me
on the other side of lonely
and by god, i love you
(maybe i will be a landfill)
everyone i meet looks for a place to stay;
out of the woods, on wet roads
under wind, under rain
-i'm so far away
no wonder it took him 1455 pages
waiting for her to come this way
tramps like us-
in lieu of emptiness
in absence of a poem
wander, wander
(pour a little salt, we were never here)
Silencio (Version 2)"ĄPero no he dicho nada!"Silencio (Version 2)5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Precisamente."
The Craft of the CraftPoems are sculpted.The Craft of the Craft5 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Stories are woven.
Snowy Birches 8 months ago in Landscapes & Scenery
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Sans regrets: Part II"I miss you."Sans regrets: Part II7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Message not sent.
She promised him forever....Forever never lasts long, does it?She promised him forever.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963Brushing Up Against History2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I did not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
May 1968
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood-red poppies
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
December 1971
Chance Meetings"Do I know you?" "Not yet."Chance Meetings10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Clever Companion (Part 1)A WhoLock Fan FictionA Clever Companion (Part 1)6 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor pushed his way through the milling crowds in Central London. He never should have come here. That note had to be delivered, but now he had places to go, things to do, galaxies to explore and—
"John!"
Not him. They were talking to someone else, had to be. There were plenty of men named "John" in London.
"John!" the muffled cry came again. Definitely him. The Doctor sighed. He wondered briefly if he should find another alias. After all, he had been going by 'John Smith' since even before Jamie suggested it—and that had been hundreds of years ago (just how many, the Doctor wasn't sure). If he could just ma
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