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Piano Thing
pull on me but let my fingers dangle soft keys that make no noise lost strings of me, I tangle I've lost all my poise. Come back and comb through me you can make pretty of these strings and maybe noise will soar through me, Piano Thing.
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G E M I N I
 Just like out of a crazy science fiction novel, I sat there staring straight into my own eyes.  The thing was, it wasn't through a reflection, it was into a girl that sat directly across from me, unblinking and looking exactly like my twin.  I didn't have a twin and that's where we begin.  Twelve days ago on the way to my work. Car horns blared and steam rose from the crushed aluminum that was my front fender.  I was in the middle of an intersection, car pointed to a girl huddled into a ball in the very center of the road.  My knuckles were white with fear as they held onto the steering wheel.  My thoughts raced.  Where had she come from?
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Pushing Daisies
Lets pull out all the daisies -that you pushed up from your grave Push down your tombstone, -you don't need a face. Break the mask inside your coffin -the person you've erased And seal the door from your omissions -they don't miss you anyway Take the daises to a garden -and plant them in a vase Make you watch while nature grows -all around, save in your place. I'll make sure to forget your name.
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Frozen Beauty
         At first glance, you said to me, “I’m always here to stay.”              But why,    dear tree,                 Have you froze your tears this way?   Amid a midnight slumber,                     of the sun and of his rays   A wind of ice had made a wish              To freeze you in your last days.         You tell me no,   while glistening white Sparkling like the dust from a fairy                  You are willing to trade your life – For just a few days of utter beauty.           I stroke your branches,    encased in ice     And watch them brake away.       Oh,  dear tree,   you’v
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F U Z E D
I’m a catastrophe. A cataclysm of a masterpiece A fiend, inside a machine Behind the mask of a beast. A shooting star, covered in scars Falls into my lap, a trap. I reach out to stroke it, but instead I choke it By just touching it on it’s cracks. I mean no harm, turn off the alarms I intend to speak to the harp. Strangled sounds, a hate so profound Songs like a cadaverous lark. Inch a mile, I’ve got a while To fend for my fleeting stature Rise to occasion, my infiltration I’m already food for the vultures. Give me lobotomy. Try to see what’s inside of me Computerized, don’t be surprised. My f
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I Dream of Monsters
 In my near decaying sleep I dream of things that I hope aren’t real.  She wears a white dress, hugging her curvaceous body like a second skin, flowing near the bottom like a blooming flower.  Like a fish whose eyes wither from long lack of use in the deepest depth’s ocean floor, she has no eyes.  Smooth pale skin stretch over smooth bone, no eye sockets, to a small dainty nose and a tiny set of plump lips that show the deepest red like ripe pomegranates.  She looks at me, not look with her eyes that aren’t there, but with her face, in my direction.  She breaks her pallid, stoic
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T A L L Tale
Once on a flathead not far from this range I summoned a woman with eyes wild and strange Her hair glistened like fire amidst a storm’s breeze And her words were a-mingled with accents unnamed. She spoke of a place in which I should heed A place where she came that she need not be freed And with that I watched as she lifted a finger She pointed with anger like a scorpion’s stinger Her words were long and spat out in cries But her finger fell and she looked up towards the skies And that was that, my story has ended For the Star as she was flew up towards the Heavens My lesson is learned, my sessions have ceased Next up I
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The Fortune's Teller
 It was a quiet, uneventful day in the small town of Albacreed.  Scarcely did a day go by where one did not see a man mowing his perfectly green lawn, or a woman in her garden pulling out barely-there weeds and planting perfectly bright colored flowers.  Needless to say, it was quite the shock when rolled into town was an old horse-drawn red wagon.  The walls of the wooden box trailing behind the two large unkempt horses were coated in chipping red paint, and what looked like the words La Fortune Mystique stretched extravagantly on the side.  It wasn’t a bright day for long, as soon as that wagon r
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Piano Thing
pull on me but let my fingers dangle soft keys that make no noise lost strings of me, I tangle I've lost all my poise. Come back and comb through me you can make pretty of these strings and maybe noise will soar through me, Piano Thing.
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G E M I N I
 Just like out of a crazy science fiction novel, I sat there staring straight into my own eyes.  The thing was, it wasn't through a reflection, it was into a girl that sat directly across from me, unblinking and looking exactly like my twin.  I didn't have a twin and that's where we begin.  Twelve days ago on the way to my work. Car horns blared and steam rose from the crushed aluminum that was my front fender.  I was in the middle of an intersection, car pointed to a girl huddled into a ball in the very center of the road.  My knuckles were white with fear as they held onto the steering wheel.  My thoughts raced.  Where had she come from?
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Pushing Daisies
Lets pull out all the daisies -that you pushed up from your grave Push down your tombstone, -you don't need a face. Break the mask inside your coffin -the person you've erased And seal the door from your omissions -they don't miss you anyway Take the daises to a garden -and plant them in a vase Make you watch while nature grows -all around, save in your place. I'll make sure to forget your name.
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Frozen Beauty
         At first glance, you said to me, “I’m always here to stay.”              But why,    dear tree,                 Have you froze your tears this way?   Amid a midnight slumber,                     of the sun and of his rays   A wind of ice had made a wish              To freeze you in your last days.         You tell me no,   while glistening white Sparkling like the dust from a fairy                  You are willing to trade your life – For just a few days of utter beauty.           I stroke your branches,    encased in ice     And watch them brake away.       Oh,  dear tree,   you’v
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F U Z E D
I’m a catastrophe. A cataclysm of a masterpiece A fiend, inside a machine Behind the mask of a beast. A shooting star, covered in scars Falls into my lap, a trap. I reach out to stroke it, but instead I choke it By just touching it on it’s cracks. I mean no harm, turn off the alarms I intend to speak to the harp. Strangled sounds, a hate so profound Songs like a cadaverous lark. Inch a mile, I’ve got a while To fend for my fleeting stature Rise to occasion, my infiltration I’m already food for the vultures. Give me lobotomy. Try to see what’s inside of me Computerized, don’t be surprised. My f
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I Dream of Monsters
 In my near decaying sleep I dream of things that I hope aren’t real.  She wears a white dress, hugging her curvaceous body like a second skin, flowing near the bottom like a blooming flower.  Like a fish whose eyes wither from long lack of use in the deepest depth’s ocean floor, she has no eyes.  Smooth pale skin stretch over smooth bone, no eye sockets, to a small dainty nose and a tiny set of plump lips that show the deepest red like ripe pomegranates.  She looks at me, not look with her eyes that aren’t there, but with her face, in my direction.  She breaks her pallid, stoic
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T A L L Tale
Once on a flathead not far from this range I summoned a woman with eyes wild and strange Her hair glistened like fire amidst a storm’s breeze And her words were a-mingled with accents unnamed. She spoke of a place in which I should heed A place where she came that she need not be freed And with that I watched as she lifted a finger She pointed with anger like a scorpion’s stinger Her words were long and spat out in cries But her finger fell and she looked up towards the skies And that was that, my story has ended For the Star as she was flew up towards the Heavens My lesson is learned, my sessions have ceased Next up I
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The Fortune's Teller
 It was a quiet, uneventful day in the small town of Albacreed.  Scarcely did a day go by where one did not see a man mowing his perfectly green lawn, or a woman in her garden pulling out barely-there weeds and planting perfectly bright colored flowers.  Needless to say, it was quite the shock when rolled into town was an old horse-drawn red wagon.  The walls of the wooden box trailing behind the two large unkempt horses were coated in chipping red paint, and what looked like the words La Fortune Mystique stretched extravagantly on the side.  It wasn’t a bright day for long, as soon as that wagon r
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Story for a penny in a can
I'd always known there was something wrong with that house. One time, walking to the downtown mall- school, I mean- I saw that overstuffed Halloween decoration, sitting on the porch. Real cats aren't supposed to get that big, na'mean? That thing could've swallowed a poodle and then picked its teeth with beagle bones. Threw a can at it and it just meowed and washed its chest. Then the birds: every Friday, they'd bunch together on the power lines. Sure, no biggie there; birds gotta roost and get warm, all fluffed up in line, tweeting. Except - Ravens. Not crows. Full fledged, "Morrigan-is-going-to-get-you-if-the-witches-don't" ravens all sit
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Valkyrie
                                                     Valkyrie, I find air in your sleeves, sand-salt rattling maniacally in canteens, and cold perdition whispered on the cusps of your lips: redemption.                             
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To Quartz:
I just wonder how you manage, what with no child left to you to stare longingly, afraid to touch - and then, to touch serenely with two fingertips and a palm as she would a breathless goldfish. I miss you, lying piled along the trails between clearings. You were forgotten treasure, booty left by pirates, secreted into the forest by gypsies, who never existed, save in fantasy. That is how I miss you, as magic in periphery. I can’t forget the color pink, as you see it – murky and bleak, with the poise of marble, the harboring whirl of a thundercloud, the obscurity. Roses are transient; before time and rocks, they f
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Delete Where Applicable (A love song of surprising tenderness) Oh [_______] you must know that I love you, Oh [_______] you must know that I care. With your skin so (soft/scaley/white/dark/green) and tender And your beautiful (long/short), (raven/brown/pure-white/golden) hair. I've known you for such a (long/short) time now, And I've come now to realise That I'd kill for one kiss from those sweet (ruby/green/undead) lips Or one glance from your lovely (brown/green/blue/grey/white) eyes. I (never/always) thought this could happen But I've never known love was so true And if you won't have me I'll feel so alone Oh [______] There'
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moth-eaten curtains
I sit on the carpet where gaps are filled with chewing gum and dead spiders, it's here, time, I tell her everything; use the words that are scribbled on the paper with bright pink ruled lines and no margins kept in a shoebox beneath my bed. The curtains were moth-eaten. Damp marks left from leaks swirl shapes on the ceiling and the wall behind me, smelling like clothes that have flapped in the rain and fallen in a pile, then worn too many times; in here, this time, the whole building appears abandoned, yet with the windows intact and exterior bricks red, new. The smell of summer stays outside. She stares at me with
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Feral Child
Long ago, I remember like a distant dream How he used to dance with me With leaves spinning at our feet O the death they had to meet Passing the old willow trees I watch Lady Willa weep “Stiff upper lip deary or the flowers in your hair shall wilt in vain” says I Her branches waved in response As I dream the pasts Ripples in my brain that are very fond And shall forever stay, holding our anticipated bond In the wood I used to play, by the sunflowers I lay Streams that promise eternal youth Lying cats wearing corduroy suits Laugh we would, scare we would Him and I at the cats we despised   Dance we would him
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never grow up.
I have a monster living underneath my bed. He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble. (The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.) He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed co
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A vampire's promise.
Mara stared out of the classroom window, ignoring the stinging remarks from her classmates. She sighed. Sometimes she just wished that it would all end. Then, she might be happy. She looked back down at her Geography work, which made about as much sense as Martian. She closed her eyes, moving a strand of platinum blonde, almost white, hair from her face. She opened her eyes again, glaring at the paper with her pale pink eyes, as if trying to burn a hole in it. She scowled and let her head fall on the desk. A wave of sniggers started, so that before long the whole class was laughing at her, even if many of them didn't know why. She felt the ac
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Playing God
Here is the world Swinging eagerly toward my latest fancy. My gravity bows the trunks of trees If only I wish it. I hum my own reverie, And the stars join in with a chorus That no one had to teach them. Too quickly, I tire of the grace of heaven, Bidding the dead instead To ring my hollow tune. I dance, leaving rapture In the holes from my footsteps, Brew honey in the air with my fingertips. I sway from one step to the next From one step to the next From one step, to the Next Sustained, not by the steps, But by the dance.
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Piano Thing
pull on me but let my fingers dangle soft keys that make no noise lost strings of me, I tangle I've lost all my poise. Come back and comb through me you can make pretty of these strings and maybe noise will soar through me, Piano Thing.
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What's Your Writing Style?   1. Are you a " pantser " or a " plotter? " Though I don't entirely know what ' pantser ' means, I figure its slang for just whipping out a story as you write.  I guess most of my work is thought of on the spot, but when I truly start getting into a story, if it has hope, I over-think it and want to plot out the rest.  And its then that I go wrong, because I can't THINK of a plot, and it puts a halt to my stories.   2. Detailed character sketches or "their character will be revealed to me as a I write"? Its a funny process that I think is repetitive with me: The main character I write in pretty much any of my
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Hey, thanks for the lama badge!! :)
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thanks for the llama yo.
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"Beans," he said, "I'm not a pest."
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Thanks for the fav on Delete Where Applicable. I guess I should have more confidence in it.
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written-in-the-starsHobbyist Writer
welcomes deary :hug: I really liked it :aww:
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of course :hug: