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It’s all that Al Kennedy can think about. Not the break from work or the time spent building memories with his wife and kids. Not even the scenery was distraction enough. The view - most of it is flat and featureless - gave little else but did provide great sunrises and sunsets. Still better than …

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Photo by Elu012bna Aru0101ja on Pexels.com The sunlight on her face feelsglorious, and everything like what she had imagined Heaven would feel like. Or would if she believed in Heaven, Hell or any of the other horrors the modern worldclung to.  Heaven - yes, she is sure that this is what it would be like.  …

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Poetry, the language of the soul, or so it is said. In this poetic offering, you'll find many words that would never be spoken aloud. That's why they are safely on paper. Enjoy And That's All She Wrote - Tales From The Inner Monologue https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BD7939W6

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The mirror is a terrible thing. Laugh if you will, but be aware that when you get ready for that special night out, or for whatever the day brings, that's where you'll catch it. At the fine edge of periphery, it lingers, learning as it records the primping and preening. It pays attention to the …

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Get your copy of The Monster in Number 4 now on Amazon for Kindle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09X4KJMXF             La Casa on Main is a well-kept secret unless you are aware. The complex is like so many others, unassuming and cut from the same cutter that they used for every major city across North America. A cute little …

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No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny. Homer, The Iliad The wrath of the Gods rages outside the window, making the glass panes rattle in their sturdy frames with each clap of thunder and each lightning strike. Unbearably, the air is full of electricity, making it difficult for her to fill …

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Dear Nate, Pardon me? Exactly who in the smurfy blue fuck do you think you are speaking to?  Such a horrible life you live, behind the walls, behind the glass and bars, with nothing to do but find ways to upset the only person who cares enough to travel to visit your selfish ass. Now …

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sergeitokmakov on Pixabay It's been an unsettled day. Nothing exceptionally wrong but not right, almost like things are being moved behind the set pieces we perceive with our souls.  I'm catching glimpses from the corner of my eye – don't look. don’t stare, there's nothing there.  Nothing to put a finger on at any rate …

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The frustrating part ofBeing me, is tryingTo explain to those whoCan’t seem to comprehend.Just how thin the silk ropeTruly is, stretched acrossThe yawning precipiceOf the void, glitteringlike pyrite in the nightThe darkness coaxes, callsSweetly on the breeze, andIt sounds more like a threat Me, being me, stares it down.With a bored smirk, and aShrug, tighten …

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The whole point isn't whetherOr not he is here,Still, on that I amSkeptical at bestBut whether not I amAble to weatherThe upcoming stormOf grief, tsunamisImminent and sureTo drown anyoneWho dares to dare thoseHigh and unending,DebilitatingWaves we've named mourning Not that there is aSoul willing to standBy my side while ISilently wail, keen,Scream from my eyes …

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The whole world is thunderIn my heart and in my headThe storm rages, rattling myTeeth and turning my bodyInto a nest of twisted barbed wireMy skeleton screams as thoughIt is on fire and cannot find escapeI hear the agonized chant, panicked -out I want out let me out I can'tI can't breathe in this meatsuit …

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The Tragedy of a TouchIt’s so difficult to explain.Why sometimes, just the lightestThe gentlest caressAn unintentional brushOf a hand, bare skin againstBare skin, how that subtle actA kiss of warmth close enoughTo send a shiver, but notEnough to make a point is quiteSufficient to remind theDead that they are still alive,Still necessary to the world.That …

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There's not enough warmth in my lifeCold, hardened, all you see is the shellAll you get is the chill of winterNo longer the balmy blue sky of summerThere's nothing left of the ready breezy meNothing that the world can see, anywayThe fire burnt out and I let itI watched it starve and stood by silentI …

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Wake up in the darkThe silence is so loudThat my ears pound with itNothing new. It’s all the same.Just a day in a life without youLeave work in the darknessThe noise is deafeningBut I feel nothing about itStill just another dayLonely in a life without youI lay alone in bedStaring at the ceilingDaylight has run …

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I don't wake up happyNot to be awake nor aliveThere's little lightInside or outWhat flame is there I fightTo keep lit with every breathEvery heartbeatI try. Fight. Ever forward.One step after anotherWash. Rinse. Repeat.The never-ending cycleI feel like I'm stuck inLife's laundry cycleWhy don't I talk about it?Because the last time I did No. One. …

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                The hallway is full of the dead, wandering about with their faces glued to a screen with some slightly talented banshee screaming into their ears. The dead, with their heartbeats and the blood rushing in their veins like hot chocolate on a frigid night, living their insignificant little lives like any day they draw …

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I don't know how to tell you that I hurt inside and that I’m scared. That my heart is tight with contractions, like it wants to throw itself from my mouth and die on the floor. like it’s about to give birth to the xenomorph that's lived in my chest for 110 weeks, 2 days …

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The sun hangs in the sky between the mountain peaks, glowing like an amber pendant caught in the cleavage of some forgotten Goddess. It stains the Celestial space a beautiful, if brash, orange.  Breathtaking under any circumstances, but tonight, a woman stands in the deepening dusk, literally panting with her eyes full of the diamonds …

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Listen on Spotify  "Do you know who he is?" the woman in the bedraggled overcoat whispered, sliding her eyes from left to right before leaning closer, "someone like you must know. You do know, don't you?" she breathes, maskless, making everyone around her cringe in horror, and my stomach heave in response to the hideous …