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And So He Waits

The strife of becoming forms
a monstrous edifice that dominates
the image of the winter sky.
The reason why the image appears
blurry is that the pixels aren’t coordinated, 244 more words

Poetry

Monsters

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BarbarianWriter reblogged this on Barbarian Writer and commented:

This is my version of "Monsters" Hope you enjoy both mine and the original post from Sue:

Monsters

  Monsters are real to an extent, it seems, But they mainly stick to really bad dreams. At times, however, a feeling I get That one may be lurking in the shadows yet. On a foggy night that fills me with dread, I think I feel persons long since dead. They creep through the night and whisper to me; They tap on my shoulder and laugh with glee. I feel the icy cold fingers grip me tight And not want to let up for the rest of the night. Footsteps behind me make me increase my pace; In the window’s reflection, I see a dead face. I hear spectral laughter, my heartbeat increases, And fear makes me sweat, and want to go to pieces. I feel the small hairs on the back of my neck Prickle and stand up like sailors on a deck. The air turns cold all the sudden it seems, And then I hear blood curdling screams Of people who’ve been taken before their time And search for whomever committed the crime.   (c) 2010 by John T. M. Herres

Ghosts

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Words resonate in ether

Until I remember their context.

They become ghosts when I come close to forgetting them,

But my mind pulls them back into consciousness… 111 more words

My Writing

“Đó là một thứ cảm giác kỳ lạ.
Tôi luôn thích mùi Camel còn vương trên người những chàng trai quanh tôi.
Họ không phải là những kẻ luôn sử dụng thuốc lá.

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My Thoughts

Lúc tình cảm tràn trề nhất, bản thân sẽ vì một tin nhắn “Ngủ ngon” của một người mà vui vẻ suốt đêm.

Khi kiên nhẫn gấp từng ngôi sao, bỏ vào một cái hũ xinh đẹp, rồi đem tặng cho người đó, bản thân sẽ vì một tin nhắn “Cảm ơn” của người mà cảm thấy những ngón tay đau nhức vì cắt và xếp giấy cũng đáng giá. 135 more words

My Thoughts

Why I Find The Term Ms Derogatory

A woman starts as a miss… marries to become a Mrs and divorces to become a Ms whilst a man keeps Mr for eternity unless he gains a title such as Dr or baron. 269 more words

My Writing

Sensory Exploration

I need sensory exploration

The glide of fingertips

Along curves, lines, hollows

The gentle and then insistent feel

Of your kiss

A fiery path

Burned upon my flesh… 35 more words

My Writing