Tag: real life
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The Arising Gale – 2
March 23, 2080 “Kyle Sanchez! If you don’t get up and out of this house and see some sunlight, you are going to forget what it looks like.” Ms. Sanchez had picked her son up by the shirt collar and the back of his pants and tossed him out into the backyard pool. “Stay outside…
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The White Beach
Have you ever seen white sands? The ocean that touches it, The crowds that it draws, I was there, I sat in a chair, The Beach at my feet, It was there that, I saw Beauty personified, Her blonde hair, Matched the sand so perfectly, The sight that I beheld, As she stretched her hands…
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Please Don’t Smite Me!
I am God. This story is beyond light and time that mankind has set boundaries; and I Am that I Am. These boundaries are set to be nothing more than the image that they set as Me. What foolish creatures they are, but their imagination makes them worth holding on to. They have been fantastic…
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The Dance of the Wildflower
By Zachary Furr Do you see the wind? Can you see it dancing in the fields? It goes to and fro, The wild flowers, Seem like children, In its wake, Children clambering for attention, For they dance, For they sense their mother, For they are the wildflowers. Do you see that one? The uprooted sprout?…
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Training Wheels
Do you follow the rules? Do you understand the rules? Do you trust yourself about the basics? Do you think of yourself as creative, Because you know the rules? Here is my truth of the rules. They are made to be broken away from. They are there as a restricting force, For the beginning, They…
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Mrs. Finnegan
Have you heard of Mrs. Finnegan? The woman owns a set of four dogs, She has a pit bull, A border collie, A mastiff, And a corgi, Mrs. Finnegan may have four dogs, She is also a widow, She owns the dogs, They are her companions, For the dogs are her protectors, They eat…
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Ode to my Ceramic Throne
You are the one that, I visit at the end of the day, You have seen it all, And rarely complain, You can consume anything, Nary a sound is heard, You gurgle and grumble, You get clogged, But I wash you with, Solutions to the problems that I caused, You have known my deepest thoughts,…
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Ode to my Coffee
How to describe thee, As the bitter bean, You are nothing more, Than evolve dirt, Crushed and ground, You are reduced to fine powder, Filtered with water, You have been know, To bring the dead to life, Mixed with milk and sugar, You become a treat, That even children want, Akin to dessert, You are…
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