3. It is early morning and Gus has just left his house to head out to that chemist of his. A couple of days have passed since the visit of and then the subsequent death of constable Pierce Rowan. Gus’s nearest neighbour is once again out in his garden. ‘H...
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The universe, a giant unending night-time sky, an infinity of stars stretching out as far as the eye can see. Some stars are brighter and larger than others; this can be true of the sky above or of the land we live upon. The biggest star, the moon, is ful...
Today is born a seventh one, born of woman, a seventh son, and he in turn a seventh son. He has the power to heal; he has the gift of the second sight. He is the chosen one. So it shall be written, so it shall be done. – Lyrics from Seventh son of a seven...
Leave Me Alone
“Howdy!” the grey-haired man behind the counter smiled. “That'll be five dollars, please."Don't ask me why. I probably couldn't tell you if I wanted to. I had been given an opportunity in New Orleans. It wasn't a tough assignment, and would only take a couple of days to complete, so I decided to drive there. Okay, now, that doesn't sound like...
Anonymous
So much has been lost. All those words forgotten. Naivetés long since burned away. Passions yet unlived, Thirsts left unslaked. And this hunger That is never satisfied, A perpetual bottomless ache. So come to me, In the small hours. In all the p...
Anonymous
Webs of my reflection
Here is a poem briefly describing how I feel.Like the fridged winter air seeping into my skin,I watch as the ink bleeds through the paper from my pen.I turn words into visions and visions into words.Poetry sets me free like the air flowing beneath the wings of the birds.As I look up at the sky,I pra...
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Go away, fuck off, back to your bunker.It has no title,but understanding is vital.Stop.Here’s the poem: I saw somebody.She was beautiful.An energy that didn’t fit,yet she owned it. I found outshe likes to twist and shout.But does she like ...? Her polar i...
Anonymous
Goodbyes
I hate goodbyesGoodbye Nothing was said, but every word has been forgotten, like so much that went before, and from that moment I learned one thing, I hate goodbyes Forgotten, like the smell of your perfume dabbed lightly on your collarbone applied softly, and to t...
Literary Inspiration Challenge: Edward Arlington Robinson
In the style of The House on the HillA villanelle is a poetic form that has been extremely popular over the years. One of the most famous was written by Edward Arlington Robinson who lived from 1869 until 1935. He was the winner of the first Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1921. He wrote his vi...
Anonymous
Whipped dreams and sweet things, What the way I look at you implies. Envision me; a fantasy In this moment...There are no goodbyes. So meet me in my dreams,If that’s the only way.And I will give you the best of me,I swear it. Meet me under the sky,Behin...
Neither Mike nor Jeff knew each other prior to that evening. Their separate journeys on the same long stretch of road would most definitely alter both their lives in many ways, so much so that it would not only bring both of their lives to an end, but it...
Anonymous
An Echo Rings
A heartbeat can be a story in itselfAn echo rings. It is a heartbeat; or maybe two. Shall we guess, or do we know? An echo rings. It’s in my mind; maybe you hear, too? Maybe you hear two? An echo rings. It is there. It is here. It is one. It is our heartbeat; a destined union. An echo rings...