Here is the full list of all my poetry and fiction and other writing.
Please, browse to your heart’s content 😀
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Graves (v2)
There is something ineffable about caressing cold stone. There is a catharsis in being gentle to the dead, In being the lone ghost on their only lasting physical memory. To wade through the uncut hair of graves, as though searching through the mist, is an experience unlike any other. The intimacy of life and death,…
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Samson
The bees made honey in the lion’s skull. Such saccharine sweetness, Sticky to the bone. Flesh and sugar Blood and bees The strong has become the weak The hunter has become the meek. Iron and honey seep into white, staining away the life that used to be. A hive in the head, no heart to…
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Problems and Privileges
Whenever I am done with a hard day, which luckily I have not had many of recently, I like to sit down and lose myself on the internet. Sometimes I will watch a movie or read a story, other times I will listen to music or browse a forum. Whenever I have a complaint, it…
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Subject Six
Captain Nova Day was trapped. It had been a standard transport mission to the shimmering outposts of the Alpha Centauri Binary Star System. He knew not what he was transporting, only that it was very important cargo for the outposts there. He was actually very excited to see what he was carrying when he arrived,…
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The Belldame
I Deep between two mountain ranges was a place called the valley of Lyr. In it was a small mining village, old and broken, a ghostly memory of a more prosperous time. A series of harsh winters had cut off the village from its lifeblood, the city of Lyra at the head of the…
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Of War
War is the great equalizer. It strips all of their humanity, and leaves behind only darkness. The siren was blaring long before Bradley McColluch awoke. As the droning sound drilled deep into his mind, he came to consciousness. Tumbling out of his cot, he quickly put on his boots. Next, his jacket and…
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Left Behind
As I walked through the thick, grey, lifeless mist, I came upon a tombstone with your name. Right here the smell of death did non persist, but on the grass, your scent remained the same. I feel in my cracked heart the times unseen and yearn. I wish I could join your long sleep in…
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Understand (Version 1)
You do not understand me. You do not understand the darkness that roils inside my mouth and leaves the taste of ink upon my tongue. You do not understand the flames that act as chains inside my wrists and around my lungs. I cannot speak to you, because when you see a car accident, you…
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In The Autumn Dusk
In the autumn dusk there are unexpected Flower falls that drop pink petals so affected By gravity to the grassy floor below. Falling, they drift and float down soft and slow Away from branches and dying stems, rejected. These petals feed the trees they were connected To in life. By the wind they are directed…
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Time
Time is not fluid in motion. It is more like a loop machine. My five year old self playing soldiers with my brother beats like a bass drum. My seven year old self watching my dad almost kill my mom glitches like a guitar. My eleven year old self feeling the pains of his peers…
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The Problem of Reality
What is real? How do you define real? Where do you even begin asking such a ridiculous question? To start, you we have to decide a few foundations that we can base reality on. What is the world? What is it to be conscious and human? How can we measure either of these things? These…
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