There is a film on continuous replay where I see you sleeping I cry frozen by too many choices barricaded behind a concrete wall of too many emotions feeling wrong but oh so right threading awareness fleeting time cancered chances  There is a ...

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The introduction of Nomzamo, the most powerful of her kind.

The details of that summer now I no longer remember except, perhaps, like sweet slabs of fresh birthday cake, or also walnuts with the bitter surprise of unremoved shelling bits ...

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Self explanatory. It was Christmas Eve.

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Making memories is hard work.

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To the man who loved you first, so natural in ways you find effortlessly beautiful- hulking brunette wisps and whipped lids blinking over nethermost eyes, luring you, to him from ...

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"Journal entry, November second."  Eli mashed the Stop button on the digital recorder and let his hand fall loosely back to his side. He had finally warmed himself by nestling ...

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This poem follows the moods, content and historical content of Demitri Shostakovich's 11th Symphony, a musical account of real events that took place in St. Petersburg Russia in 1905.

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PART ONE: WHERE THE BURNS BEGIN   “Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.” —Maya Angelou     ...

If you speak to me, Please understand this:   You have no right to know who I am.  Anything you have to say to me is Meant for a girl ...