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My favorite song Is the one That mirrors The movements of my heart At any time of day.   It’s The one That Pumps me up Before a big race, Presentation, Leaps toward...

Every labored breath draws in the raw frigid air that surrounds the grey scale wasteland I lay dying in.  It stings my blistered face, the rosiness of my cheeks melding with the parched blood. Through the...

Tis the season for bats, ugly faced rats, and scary black cats. Tis the season for Jack-O-Lanterns, lighting up in the dark, as trick or treaters disembark. Tis the season for a witch's...

The wood scrapes my skin And I know who I am.   The cold burns my lungs And I know where I am.   When   Thoughts are like poison And The avalanche...

I often find myself dwelling on home: my small piece of solace in the North Atlantic. Whilst an ocean away, it feels as though it’s worlds apart from this reality to which I am condemned and exiled not by...

There was a faint smell of burning coming from the oven, so I knew the mozzarella sticks were done at least. I rush over, put an oven mitt on, take the mozz sticks out and set them on the stove. They were...

I had a skydive blunder I went to the land down under I wish it were Australia But now I’m in hysteria All around me is fire In a place for dirty liars Pitchforks prodding my...

  His lucky number was seven, for what boring reason, I don’t know. Seven always seemed like the common lucky number. You know, good old lucky number seven. It has a nice ring to it. My lucky number...

It’s the color of the sky where I first met you, That cloudy night  in the city with  string  lights.    It’s the color of the Arch I stood...

Coming to the front, I wondered why I was walking into the one place that I promised myself I’d never come to. The sliding doors whir as they split like the Red Seas. Odd looking folk started coming out,...