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Everyone has their secrets,

some are just better liars –

they never show their weakness.

Inside they burn like wildfire.


Without a conscience you are free

from the torment and the dread.

It is such bullshit and irony

that Hell exists only in your head.


The walls you build imprison

keeping altruism distant,

intentional abscission

from a life worth existenc...

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Also by Wallflower:

Ice Queen |

Act Natural

With a flick of the wrist my journey begins,

Tipping and tumbling from palm to finger,

Chittering and chattering along with my fellows.

I am rolled and thrown; I am the decider of fates.

I have slain dragons and heroes,

Bribed thugs and courted barmaids,

Threatened thieves and solved riddles.

Three words can begin a fight.


Roll for initiative.


I spin through th...

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Also by Jacob Strachan:

Winning | WE/ME | Memory | Masks | Thanks |

Hey You

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Hey you
once so full of love
you’re the only one
I’ve been thinking of

Liquid smoky
pale blue eyes
black hair like silk
once by my side

My heart’s delight
on your tattooed shoulder
lay my head tonight
but you keep getting colder

Once touched my soul
a burning underscore
everything you said
fading into nevermore

And what sticks in my mind
and what I hope you’ll know

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A Shirt

Hands crept into the sleeve

as the buttons twisted

the shadow of cultural masculinity-

the callous cataloguing that jolts the collar,

I want to suppress fascination of scrunched stereotypes,

and iron the burns from my skin.

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Also by Hannnah:

The Debut In Philosophy | Poems | The Spring Let Them Sing | Time | Being Human | The Thought | Fixation |


My Confidence

My confidence might be a house of cards, 
And topple over with no safeguards. 
My confidence might be a pane of glass, 
And be seen through and easily smash.

My confidence might be a rare mink vase, 
Worth much but breaks to a thousand shards. 
My confidence might be a beautiful flower, 
And crushed with just a little power.

But my confidence might be a bar of gold. 
Strong and valuab...

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Also by Stuart Vanner:

Wheel of Fortune | Rooms of the Mind | Controlling Our Lives? | Mornings | Underdogs |

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What am I going to do

Sit here, crying for you

My heart is sinking

Deeper and deeper

My fears are increasing

Bigger and bigger

I haven't any clue

How I should myself rescue

From the bonds of evil

And also from the chains unseen

I wish it could be the end of life

So that I wouldn't have to suffer

Any pains, pangs and confusions

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What lies beneath or in between

sees little light until it seems

the black of night brings out its teeth

then evil comes from underneath


What is it in the minds of men

that brings out evil, mean and grim

is it in man's nature, hidden deep

that cruelty so often repeats


Where in the heart does evil lie

its commonness can't be denied

in darkest moods it is...

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Also by d.knape:

In Memory Of | MAPS | New Car | Where Flowers Bloom | Canaries Flights Suspended | Like Spam | The Unexpected | Dinosaur Extinction ( For Mature Audiences) | Bodies | Cedar Trees | Oh Thoreau | Cow Sheds | Two Day Poem | Wash Cycle | Puttin' On The Socks | The Short Life Of A Pill Bug | CAVES | Fleeting Thoughts | Lemonade | High Blood Pressure | Second Childhoods | Dead Roach | Sorting Socks | Names | Retirement Village | Accomplishments |


In the cause of lightening up someone's day - read on.

A boy asked his Granny.  "Have you seen my pills.  They're labelled LSD".

"F..k the pills", Granny replied, "have you seen the dragons in the kitchen?!"




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Also by M.C. Newberry:


Muses, Sins & Soul Ties

Is it a sin for your muse

to inspire mine,

provide momentary escapes

from loneliness, pain,

the daily grind,

give words to fantasies

of the mind,

connect soul ties.

It’s hard to believe

a God of love

would consider musing 

a crime. 

If it is, that’s not a religion

to which I subscribe. 



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Also by Vautaw:

In Search of Mermaids and Lighthouses | How Do I Love Thee | Rescue | Kindred Spirits | How Many Times | Que Sera | Embers |


the conferance

The Conference in Davos


Davos, men in classy suits, speak fluently

about the ills of the world-

They tell Greta she has to study economic

and coal will be phased out but slowly.


The young wonder why should they study

to get an excellent job in a multinational firm.


Davos, men in elegant suits, speak glibly

of growths, we don’t want more; we like less.

The ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

early morning | to be | unwanted affection | the actor | the land of promise | a socialist | the tower of hope | death knocks | culture | weights | a whisper in red | hot water crises | the old soviet union | from Russia with love | dark mood | the choice |

I have no secrets

I have no secrets
And few thoughts
What I’ve held onto
Hasn’t taken off

I’m learning how to
Shut my mouth
Another few decades
And I’ll have gotten it

And you’re free to walk
Through my mind 
And take
Anything you like

You could even stay 
For a while
It’s cheap 

And the colors are bright

I have no secrets
And they’re not here
They visit 
When I’m alone

They get too close

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

More Blood | People Are Messy |

The Destination & The Journey

Some roads lead nowhere 

But without a sign to tell us otherwise, we will travel down them 

Without hesitation

Until we arrive at the cliff edge, the end of the road 

There is no road ahead that will lead me to safety 

until now 


Part of me knew that this is how it ought to be 

Not a raging thunderstorm each night 

Leaving me awake and tearful for the next clap of thun...

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Also by Cait Abbott:

The Ways | Simplicity | Lock and Key | Outside of my Window | Surrender | In Dreams | Recipe for Recovery | Work in Progress |


My fears 

Slowly respired away

As these tears 

Became my oxygen mask everyday

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For the Poetry

There’s a connection 
A brief flirt
And before you know it
We’re going crazy over each other’s words
The list of reasons confirms you won’t be good for me
But it’ll make for some good poetry

We fool around, lift each other up
Take a drink from the lover’s cup
But watch out,
Don’t get in too deep
Remember this is only for the poetry

We circle around crazy ideas
The two of us in a be...

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Also by kimberly:

Spiraling | Down on Lovers Lane | My Songs | Lost and Found | Swallowed by the Shine of the Sun | A Love I Cannot Return | Empty and Nothing | Meet Me In The Rain | Sweet Pleasantries | Blurred Lines | Seeking Truth | Make Room | Calming Waters | Wait and See | Breathe Again | Countdown to Love | Getting To Know You | Awaiting the Day | Mementos |



At pool side then it

was I saw a girl in Oz

she seemed to wear

no coz – must check

with my optician it

seemed she may be

stripping. The rest of

this is censored – I

know my mind

adventures – now

where did I put my

dentures – oh blast,

her ass is resting on

them – a certainty

she’s  cracked them.

 Worth a pretty penny

 – someone called her

Jenny ...

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Also by Philipos:


Saga of April Dark: Song Nine

Twilight streams across the plain
Burning red to a dark blue stain
The breeze is slight
Just between my eyes
The barest cold cooling
But not taking the sweat away

I walked with no horse
I walked with no light
The moon was away
So only bright starlight
They spread above me
Singing true
To my heart
Tra la loo

Oh, villians fair
Fare thee well
Into the night
Into the pale
Depth o...

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Also by Collin Pulmano:

Saga of April Dark: Song Eight | Saga of April Dark: Song Seven | Saga of April Dark: Song Six | (untitled) | Saga of April Dark: Song Five | Collywog | (untitled) | Saga of April Dark: Song Four | (untitled) | The Gypsy's Curse Never Ends | Potholes | Saga of April Dark: Song Three | Orion | February is my New Year | The Saga of April Dark: Song Two | The Saga of April Dark: Song One | (untitled) |


a child of 9, i wrote from a 3

across the busy street

from my foster family at the time


the 3 was HIGH

i climbed it though i could not climb

i can't remember where i carried the notepad

wether crook or backpack but each branch ascended made me look down and wonder

why i was doing this

the cars that raced passed, the circuit trucks,

sent the branches trembling, goose...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

"Peacefully In Their Sleep" | The 31 Inversion | Jesus wanked | Ovel | God is a Gun | The pope Has Lost His slippers, The Red Ones, And his God-forsaken Mind Along With Them. | You Fire You | Synchrocosmos | The Drawing of a Poem | Circa Timeless | Siamesepoem | Lyra, I Barely Know Ye | Poem of a Proud Swine | Blame Is In The Eye Of The Beholder | Raped by an Angel | Trips and Traffick Lights | glassalg | Tripartate of the Question | Suicide in a Hall Of Mirrors | death to fruit |

Natural proto

Our World Is Disappearing

Water is rising floods sent from hell, Corona virus too

Everybody pondering but there is nothing they can do

Global warming distroying our world it's not going to end

A disaster after another, no one know what is round the bend


Save the earth be mindful they tell us. Stop it getting worse

This can't be fixed by hand, or all the money in ones purse

How do you stop ice from me...

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Also by The_Northern_Lass:

Corona Virus | Yesterday | Sad Valentine | You | Valentine in heaven | Blow wind blow | Only In Dreams | The Northen Lass |

Caronafloodsgodmother earth

Coronavirus scare

I was insructed to drive to the hospital on my own,

My throat was sore my tonsils had grown.

I was informed to arrive at the hospital wearing a mask.

On the car park a nurse was waiting to perform her task.


Faced by her rubber gloves and her disposable attire,

My body was in full sweat and on fire.

My temperature and blood pressure were taken through the window of my car,


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Also by hugh:

A balance check | A tight fit | A tribute to Caroline Flack | Harm on the farm. | Indicator fault? |



A strange sound 

A string of letters

It doesn't make sense till you meet her

Krasivaya : beautiful but with strength, unique

But not even this is enough to discribe you

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Also by Zoëlla:

I don't know why | (untitled) | (untitled) |

Son Of My Father

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Son Of My Father


What did you do in the war dad?

I fought against Fascists, son.


And were you frightened there dad?

Did you want to turn around and run?


Yes, I was frightened there son

So, don’t believe the lies that are spun


About the death and the glory of war, boy.

There is death, but of glory there’s none.


Thanks for all that you did dad


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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Making A Point | The Keeper | Flame | Bedlam | Dead Leaves | Withdrawal Method (When Being Fucked) |

anti fascistfathergood advicesoldierssonthankswar

Deep breath.

Straight away I have morphed,


and re-arranged.

Love that it's quiet.


I caught the funeral but I was still horny!!

Maybe it will go away now,

disappear and let me be free.

But I'm in my 30's!!


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Predatory Paedophile Clapping Song

I am a pretty little schoolgirl

as pretty as pretty can be be be

and all the boys in the neighbourhood

go crazy over me me me


I met a boy on the internet

who said he was fourteen teen teen

He told me I was beautiful

the best he'd ever seen seen seen


He said that I was really fit

and wanted to meet me me me

so I put on loads of make-up

and sneaked off afte...

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Also by Brian Maryon:

BOTANY BAY | A & E Night Shift | VIRUS : 2158 AD | Phillip Schofield | Council Flat in Haringey | When Your Knees Go |


Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men.

'Ripple': Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. Hunter


If you open your heart to the misery

Of those who live without hope

If you learn to walk in another’s steps

 And learn not to avert your gaze

If you give all that you have ...

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Also by John E Marks:

Whimsy | A hex on you, a hex on me, a hex on us all | Dogfighter | The end | Lines | Inner city blues | Cancer | GENERATION 27 | Life is but a dream... | AMADEUS | Lidos | The stolen child | Marilyn Monroe reading Ulysses | Paralysis | BYZANTIUM | spring | Wish you were here | An orthodox fugue | The vanishing life | Such eloquent Graffiti | Sons and brothers. | onion dome | Dappled sunshine | Ripple in still water | The magnificent Moors | A charmed death | i.m. Pte Jack Prince | Early Spring in England | Labyrinth | Being here | Daily life | outfoxing the furies | from swerve of shaw to blend of bray | i.m. Vasily Zaystev | The Home Front | Lovers' parting | The rags of time |


Another of my hobbies is playing tennis

And I realized that's the opposite of writing rhymes

Because some of my best poems

Come from aiming outside the lines

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Also by Joe Marcello:



Sing a happy song it won't take long

before your spirit lightens

brightens the day

Sing Sing a happy song

chase the blues away

choose to have a happy day

full of sunshine 

not gray


By Lynn Hahn

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Space a Subtle Object A Fabric Of Nudity

The pain that complexity feels at offending simplicity. 

Dream of affectionate koi carp nuzzling my feet and poking their heads above the water. Memories of abuse feel heartbreaking. 

Memory of listening to mad Franky Fraser talk with  raptures of genuine joy about slashing a man's face up with a Stanley knife yet he seemed so simplistic and naive. I felt a pang of longing for the Báthorys a...

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Also by Daniel Reuben King:

Gospels Of Satan (work in progress) | The Ocean Dreams Of Gull Crying Dawns | Antonio Porchia | Staircases never end | Shrieking Nothingness | Honesty | Pure Petals Of Spoken Light | Tired and Weary I Exist like A Journey Without End | The Serenity Of A Peaceful Sadness | Statue Sits Longing For Original Love | The Fruition Of Knowledge Fermented and Drunk. |


My hobbies are thinking in circles
Signs of a melancholy mind
What a joke?

I don't what to live my life
Also I never want to die
So cover the sounds of kids dying
With a happy sunset all you like
Hope is hell

We all know death is coming
But this is my pocket of time
Nothing is good but the bad is mine
So see the lights why you still can

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Soulmate | Cruel Fate/Queer | This Isn't]That Kind of Poem[ | What is Humour? | Melancholy Death | Words of The Waiting Man 33 | End It All |

one in the chamber

the world will always be a terrible place if you decide what's coming out of my mouth before I say anything.

Before you even know my name , you've already decided who I am and the min max of what I have to say.

and then we don't even have a conversation, you just scry keywords and wait for your chance to talk.

it goes nowhere

and when it goes nowhere, you consider that a victory.


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Also by Zach Dafoe:

ashigaru I (02/14/2020) | Athings I see when I close my eyes 2 |

cowardsdon't miss motherfucker don't miss


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Are we being our most authentic selves and living authentic lives but only posting what we want the world to see? Using every resource to glamourise mediocrity and disguise pain? Authentic is defined as: “not false or copied; genuine; real.” And, my favorite definition, “representing one's true nature or beliefs; true to oneself or to the person." However ,these days our primary focus is on social...

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I wish I could daydream like I did when I was a kid

when I was sat in primary school

bored out of my head

no teacher ever really got to me

I had daydreams only

occasionally they would be broken

on a rainy morning

when I'd see a mate strolling late

past the school gates

and I’d be encouraged at the sight of him

cos the day would become way better

than it had begun

there was a lot of fun to be had

even in days suc...

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When old gits gather, talk always turns to nostalgia – the size of Wagon Wheels and Mars Bars, for example.  A loose re-enactment of that Monty Python Yorkshiremen sketch.

At such a coven recently my mate remembered those pre-digital, pre-Facebook days of snapping a dozen photos on your Kodak Instamatic and taking the film to Boots to get it developed.  You’d collect your photos two weeks later...

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Also by John Coopey:


Miss Fitted - Poem

You could tell she was trying hard,
Which girl doesn't try to mould their own skin to fit in?
You could tell she was trying to impress,
But as someone who knew better, I should have told her to rest,
But she was trying to hard to make it,
She was going all the way to fake it,
And I could tell,
She wore the sheepish smile,
But I knew this act so well,
She was like me,
I am like her,
She ...

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Who’s Next

From Mozart to Metallica,

and Brahms to Barry White,

the gamut of Britannica,

I change it round each night.


I close my eyes in ecstasy

when Slowhand plays guitar,

and Louis Armstrong’s legacy

just proves he was a star.


Young Elton too, he wasn’t bad,

and he could even sing,

but he was only just a lad

when Elvis was The King.


Sometimes I’ll fancy r...

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New Therapist

She sits there her book full of latent codes,
a way of communicating so no-one knows
Rambling on my life, traces of a history unread:
a mind full of trash and misdeeds unsaid.
She's a pristine therapist, who hasn't lived,
expecting me to say all and give,
when I couldn't give a shit about her plan.

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Also by Emma-Jane Stradling:

You made me do it |

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For many years I walked in shame

With my head bowed down not looking anyone in the eyes

Shame for not being good enough

Shame for not being wanted nor loved

I sat in darkness wondering if I would ever be able to find light

Sat there wondering, if I would ever be worthy or enough

Then a voice whispered in my ear, " I am here."

The voice got louder and yelled, " I am here."


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Also by Jacqueline L Elias:

I am African | Wait | Hard | Smile | What is next? | Numb | Dark Cloud |

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A Tall Glass of Yesterday

Bottled up tight

blanked out regrets

bitter taste

hard to swallow

that lingers longer

than it should

dark memories

stand tall again.

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Bottle labelled empty

The Fisherman

Toss the wistful dreams of men as coins into the wishing well,

That they perchance be answered as they land upon its bed,

Watch the anglers hook the fish that can't resist their skillful spell,

And cast their careful crafted lure to bob above the fishes head,

Pray the fish that's caught that day holds the essence of your dream,

Pray the patient fisherman who gently reels it in this ...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Taking Stock | Echoing Stars | Memento Mori |

The Truth


The Truth


“Where's the truth, then?”

coughed a scabrous beggar,

eyeing me from a Portuguese pavement,

“where is it, you faker, where?”


“Really want to know?”

I smiled back: “Try this:


“Truth lies, really lies,

through its teeth

lies like a clumsy dentist

who never hurt anyone,

pretending cleansing truth

lying underneath the pain.



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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Things Seen Less Clearly |

The nothingnesses

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A poem from my drawerling,

to wit red notebook 1998


what is a nothingness?

solely an adumbration of

the voidness – forsakenness

an accustomary expression

an extinct volcano

– ad invinitum

the little animal

killed by the children

haply a starlet

- the dead

a ground of the bosomlet

from stone

or mayhap

the leaflet

fallen downward

the whole pict...

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Underwater World

An underwater house

In an underwater world

With underwater guys

And underwater girls

In a subterranean

homesick land

Where mermaids

take you by the hand

Their bodies gyrating

to water music

With a strong backbeat

you can shake your booty

Some of those maids 

are raunchy fish

But not in it

for the money

If you get my drift

So if you fancy copping o...

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Hush now little seedling

Don't be afraid of the dark

You're going to grow and flourish

I'm giving you the best start.

You're going to be so beautiful

and do such wonderous things

You could be a saviour 

lets see what summer brings.

It's going to take some time

So be patient through the rain

You're part of a whole forest

Nature's whispering campaign.

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Also by Natalie Rupik:

Vengence | Goddess | Speak up little girl | Greenpeace | Perspective |

growing seedgrowthlife and nature



slither in
the blind
changing shape
in time
rearranging in
the berm
tadpole losing
its squirm
dragging from
the rough
to hop on
the bluffs
head out of
the hudge
cues from
nature's nudge
breathe in
back to
root through
can't explain
the genesis
of a 
wings beat

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Also by cindylee loucks:


POEMS by cindy lee loucks

What is time

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Do You Ever Also?

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Do you ever feel like you're the protagonist of a book?

Where the ending is constantly being rewritten and you're just waiting for the day that it's finally gone through all the edits and gets published?

But what happens if it's a novel that has 7 parts?

You might never even get to read the last written words or get to the final chapter of what you thought was your

"perfect ending."


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Conscious purposes

Depths of depravity,
Sickened dogs in the corner,
They die in peace.

To feel shattered,
In the waterless world,
Nile's gone red.

Wine in the hand,
And bible in the other,
We stand inbetween juxtapositions.

Something deep within,
You can't run from darkness,
A necessary evil.

You do know the ends of fog,
You mustn't see past me,
I am opaque against the facetious moon.

With each door ...

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Also by Alita Moore:

Breathe | March to the beat of drums | Letter to sender | There's nothing more to be said | | Life |

Falling Alone

She studied the picture one last time, memorizing each pixel that made up his face. 

Her evenings were quiet and her mornings were rushed, but not a moment went by where she didn’t think of him. Oh sure, she found ways to distract herself from letting her mind wander, only each time she paused she began to ask “What If”. 

They left things in such a strange place that she felt too apprehensiv...

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Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:

Growing Pains. |


Scared of the dark

Papa, papa tell me what you see?

Yellow eyes my boy, ugly grinning teeth.

Quickly, quickly we must run and hide!

Tell me why papa?

For that is what, goes bump in the night.

When I am big and strong, will you show me where the monster, it sleeps?

Never my boy, it is too scary for me,

Stay hidden, stay quiet, keep your eyes under the sheets!

HELP, HELP a young man shrieks!


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Also by The Wicked and the Kid:

Pointless | Weakness | Vengeance | Unanswered |




An unexpected and searing pain

I crumpled with an agonised scream

I was breathless with disbelief

I fell foward as others screamed also

People coming and going

A shot rang out in the distance

I am going to die here and now

These words rang in my pulsating head

I was turned on my back

Words of comfort were softly spoken

I prayed to God , Save me please.


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Also by keith jeffries:

A Load of Luggage | The Voice of Integrity | An Afternoon Storm | The inner Sanctum | We cease to be | The Sounds of Night | Shifting Contrasts | Satie | Time Heals | Cut Adrift |

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