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Originally posted on samantha lucero: 12 hours ago ? He’d raised the toy up to eye level and inspected its cylindrical shape and strange writing and holographic paper stuck around the circle of its body with one eye squinted. He’d turned around the noisy confetti in the kaleidoscope and peered through himself first to test… Read more
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Morning breaks as it always does, and as X stirs with a yawn, she sits up spitting out a mouthful of wet grass. There are crisscrossing patterns over her face from sleeping with her head against the ground. Luckily there’s no mirror at hand. Otherwise, she would surely shriek. The cemetery’s as deserted as it… Read more
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Each raindrop is a lost soul, and as they hit my face, I feel a strange sense of release that seems almost supernatural. As the trees reach out to touch me, my eyes focus on the fox as he leaps into the air before floating on his belly with his front legs stretched out, disappearing… Read more
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The electricity in the sky causes the fillings in my teeth to ache, and the closer I draw towards the storm, the more I feel human. Just another human. Just flesh and bone wrapped around simple hopes and dreams. The same fears that plague everyone. The same shame of being ordinary in a universe that’s… Read more
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At the point just before the sun begins its slow descent, I contemplate how life is merely a string of questions without any clear answers. We’re placed here without reason. We float like dandelion florets in the breeze. Tiny pieces of magic. Brilliant, soft, and then gone. We could spend our lives trying to figure… Read more
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Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: Words like condensed crystals in the hidden crevices of glaciers waiting for yet another avalanche. There’s caramel coating and space dust in our mouths and yet, all that comes out of it is bullshit. Smelling the daisies at night time, my blurry self regains the lost throne… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: i’m unhurt here; deeply wrapped inside this ill-starred cell. chaste of catching time in its seeping hoards that worm, or unpolluted by the lightless nature of breath in my anemic boat i can oar inside this fervid pulse where i’m electrically prolonged inside that silky wave the wistful scene… Read more
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Turning over my hands, I observe the lines that crisscross my palms. The folds in the skin show I’m getting old. Old like the canny trees and the cunning stones that jut out of the dried mud at my feet. This skin that’s wrapped around my bones, it’s worn and blotchy. A sign of poor… Read more
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Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics: It is with deep regret that I to have to announce the sudden passing of my father Paul Lenzi. He was the cornerstone of our family and will be missed dearly. He began this blog as a creative outlet and as a way of sharing his poetry. He never… Read more
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The light of the sun reflects upon the leaves of the trees. It caresses the blades of grass beneath my feet, kissing each one as they twist and turn in the warm summer wind. The insects on the ground and the birds in the sky celebrate the meaning of life without even knowing. They worship… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 