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I long for a lot of things... including freedom. |
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When a writer loses his voice... |
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This World is sick and getting old. The end is at hand. |
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"Precognitive dreams are a nuisance of a thing to have when slumber brings you nothing but nightmares." This selection is a snippet of my current project, which completely redefines the phrase, "work in progress". |
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To my father... thank you. |
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"We can't always do the things we can."
a cancer patient's story... |
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only one truth to tell... |
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The road trip of a young girl after the death of her baby |
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a choice between love or riches |
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...for my heart seeks what my eyes couldn't see... |
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you...a kaleidoscope of heaven and pain... |
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when a heart gets broken... |
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Writing poetry is like dressing up - you consider the style, the cut and accessory and harmonize them with a touch of good taste. |
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You want to fall? Well, I will fall with you. (please R&R) |
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My Hands shake while I take a deep breath. I am about to make a decision I may never take back. |
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My mind is like a vortex absorbing everything in reach.- I try to run, I try to scream, but sometimes I can barely bring myself to breathe. |
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Theres no time to play which way were going to go - just going to let it flow - you've just gotta know when to live a little somtimes. |
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