Tag: prose
group name: gathercreativity
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June 14, 2008 01:03 PM EDT --
Sometimes she would fall into The Angry Place...that place she was so afraid of. It was a place of demons and monsters...a place where even her smile was not enough to fill the darkness.
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July 23, 2008 10:36 AM EDT --
Chana's DangerousMission
To: Boris, Isis, Selene & Thomas
From: Chana
Re: Poetic Impossible
I have always seen these two songs as companions. There are veiled references to drugs . . . more
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October 05, 2007 04:14 AM EDT --
1995.(revised 2007)
Jaded memories, of at once saddened dreams.
Stunning black steeds striding along.
Riding the rim of insanity,
and pounding the shores of eternity.
Forgotten wishes of divine . . . more
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March 10, 2007 12:11 AM EST --
This does not come from my personal experience, but it is my way of reflecting the thoughts and experiences of someone very dear to my heart.
I find myself on my hands and knees,
disoriented . . . more
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April 20, 2007 08:46 PM EDT --
i want you to read me
poetry
you can watch my toes
curl
as flames
lick
from your skull
volts
zingingggggggg
this canvas
melting hues
a thousand gales
could not breathe
L I F . . . more
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October 01, 2007 12:03 AM EDT --
L I F E.....
the flow
of time
held
together
in each
human
by their
memories
thoughts
needs
wants
and
desires
which
in each
of us
is
of
our
own making
kmc
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August 14, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
I look around and see so much to do, but my muse calls to me like a voice of light in the darkness.
Dishes to do, laundry to fold...but my muse won't let me go.
He calls to me at the most . . . more
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September 25, 2007 11:44 AM EDT --
It happens mostly in the morning, when all is quiet and the world is still sleeping. I get up, put the coffee on, get dressed, and sit down to read a bit. Usually it's a poem...by nobody . . . more
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March 14, 2007 12:41 AM EDT --
It looks like me,
sounds like me,
and may often consume me,
though I assure you,
it is not me.
It may speak for me,
think for me,
and may even act for me,
but I promise you,
it is not . . . more
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March 17, 2007 01:12 AM EDT --
Rotting in prison, here I shall stay;
cold, cramped, and dark in this lonely cell.
Visitors come, but I usually run them away;
no one should see me in this hell.
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April 25, 2008 01:32 AM EDT --
I've never loved so hard, so long
or so deep that it caused pain in my chest.
I have never wanted so badly that I thought
no other thing in life could ever fill
the gaping wound that was struck . . . more
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February 12, 2007 09:59 PM EST --
The most powerful of weapons shall ne'er cease to be,
those who will hurt me know this the best,
they deem me formidable, and not quick to scare,
so of all that is magic and mystical,
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February 19, 2007 09:47 PM EST --
With all the strength I may command,
cast these demons away,
purge them from my being,
only discovering with great dismay,
that they remain ignoring my sincerest demand.
What do I . . . more
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March 01, 2007 09:05 PM EST --
The skies are a Caribbean blue, cottony clouds dot the backdrop-
of nature's masterpiece; her work of artistic perfection,
as the landscape reflects the fantastic brilliance of the sun's . . . more
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October 10, 2007 01:08 PM EDT --
Dearest Ernie,
I wish to inform you that I am very put out. Yes, I do
believe I smell something putrid in the world of POW.
Your choice of the keyword put this week has left me
sputtering in . . . more
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October 05, 2007 04:28 AM EDT --
2001.( for M )
Slender hips and soft brown eyes.
Every move you make catches onto me.
Have you ever seen me stare, and wondered?
You are everything, the Earth and stars.
Except you are no more mine, . . . more
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March 15, 2007 01:49 AM EDT --
A dark cloud looms overhead casting an ominous shadow;
a shadow which seems to haunt my mind unforgivably.
Outdoors or in, there is no escape from this persistent black halo;
try as I might, . . . more
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June 27, 2008 10:27 AM EDT --
Being Valedictorian, I was forced to write a speech for graduation tomorrow. T_T I suck at public speaking, but oh well. Anyway, I thought I would share my speech with my Gather friends as I will be spending . . . more
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August 19, 2007 11:13 AM EDT --
"There's nothing here," I'd tell myself, over and over again, just to hear my own voice wipe out the unavoidable conclusion and rise of dread as a psychic bile in my own metaphysical . . . more
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August 22, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
It was so hot the pavement was steaming, and the little girl was sorry she had not put her shoes on before leaving the house. Jane hopped along, bare feet burning, as she tried to get to the . . . more
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