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Prose and Shit, Love 251
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You are the paper on which I scribble bits of prose. Romantic words in the margins of facts and formulas. Your sweet affection brings me some repose. A trait I lack when I cannot see your love. Have you seen a bird fly without its wings? It’s a miserable sight. But if you were to leave,. I would never again fly. You are all that brings me comfort,. That much is true. I know I’ve said it many times before,. But I love you. You are beyond what the world deems perfect. My need for your lips is quite urgent.
Prose and Shit, Breaking the Mould
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Refuse to give in. To the canons of propriety. Find the Life Within,. And forget about Society. You need it not,. But it needs you. You are not another cog. In denial of the Truth. It is a machine. And hidden by crisis. And reclaim all that they stole. Posted 3 years ago. The home for my poetry. My words of lust, love, heartbreak, and death. 2011 2016 Powered by Tumblr.
Prose and Shit, Written by a Madman
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Written by a Madman. Insomnia, you mischievous fiend;. Craving my exhaustion with treacherous ferocity. Psychosis, a weary mind, and waning nutrition. A fight to focus, bleary eyes, and fading intuition. Always awake; always aware. Easy to break, easier to scare. I am unique, and ridiculously manic. I am consumed by an insidious panic. The Sandman has forsaken me–. For dreams have yet to overtake me. Please, do forgive my repetition, it is quite late. Please, do forget my reiteration, it is my way.
Prose and Shit, A Storm
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Raindrops that echo children’s cries;. A storm seen through scarred eyes. Burning, something inside is always burning. It is hard to believe that our world is always turning. Our world of Deviants and Prudes:. And societies in which Individuality is considered rude. In the End, you should be only yourself. How could one be anyone else? Posted 3 years ago. The home for my poetry. My words of lust, love, heartbreak, and death. 2011 2016 Powered by Tumblr.
Prose and Shit, Memories
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How I miss the sweet words which poured ceaselessly from my mouth. And how I long to hear that voice which transformed my lips into a melliferous spout. Her voice; the voice of an angel imprisoned within a mortal paragon. My ears crave the soft notes of her words–resounding prayers in a quiet song. She can soothe my most violent inner-turmoil with a trifecta of syllables. Her bright eyes cast truthful light upon the wickedness of the apocryphal. Posted 3 years ago. 2011 2016 Powered by Tumblr.
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Nobody Builds Cathedrals Anymore – Little epiphanies on a train in Spain. A decade or so before Lena Dunham and Girls hit the scene, I was a twenty something living in Brooklyn, trying to. Figure it all out. As I made my way around the city drinking sangria for lunch and taking bad pictures with my sad little disposable camera (remember those? No sooner would I look up and see a celestial tile mosaic ceiling in the Alcazar than I’d fly into a violent rage, thinking about the disgusting carpet I just coul...
Prose and Prosody
Stories by Christopher Rodriguez. SAD] 02. Home, Free Home. Running quickly through the silty Summer streets of the city, trailing a mob of be-robbed and vengeful music lovers behind, Rannu realized that a more conventional thought for her to have might be something along the lines of:. I hope I make it out of this alive! I can’t believe he blew it again! She then brought her right leg around, tracing a semi-circle. Of the spit, and. May you rest in piece, old friend. She made it into the alley, and ran ...
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This page may be out of date. Save your draft. Before refreshing this page. Submit any pending changes before refreshing this page. And all those rhymes. That ever made me wonder. (more). Why is it that Indians, even the well-educated ones, ignore and/or take part in rampant discrimination based on one's state/region of birth and religion? I will give three arguments that make the picture a little clearer and then you can dec. (more). Written 16 Nov, 2013. Infographic of the day: Cost of Drug Abuse.
Creative writing, fiction, poetry, short stories | Prose and Rhyme
Creative writing, fiction, poetry, short stories. June 28, 2013 by Bob Vavilis. Middot; Leave a Comment. Wavering fingers pried open the box. Hypnotic stare at the pieces. A thousand components of her life…. Pieces tumbled, falling on the table. The assembly was considered. She began to negotiate the border, the wall around her life. The setting of her existence. The realm of cause and effect. Struggling, fumbling, with the border, fearing to place the last piece. The wall could not contain her. Comforta...
Prose and Shit
Earth and its lone moon. Dance upon the fabric of Spacetime,. Following their paths of orbit. Like models upon an orrery. Tumbling through the desolate vacuum of the Cosmos. Like a child’s top spinning around upon the sidewalk. We are akin to mites on the infinite scale of the Universe;. We can only wonder:. What more is there to see. Beyond our galaxy,. Or the limits of what we can perceive? Posted 1 year ago. Oh, Lonely Black Sheep! Where the Black Sheep are cast,. And nurtured without discrimination.
Prose and Thorn
Prose and Thorn is the place to read pointed prose with a progressive social and political slant. Thursday, January 08, 2015. Freedom and the assertion of the true self. They had something to say, these journalists. They could not say nothing, even though it was obvious their government could not protect them. Links to this post. Saturday, November 29, 2014. Ferguson fallout: justice dancing on the head of a pin. Links to this post. Saturday, November 22, 2014. 8220;The idea that the people can simply ge...
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Prose and Thorn | The prick that makes you think (TM)
The prick that makes you think (TM). Protesters drove Bernie Sanders from one Seattle stage. At his next stop, 15,000 people showed. 2016 Elections / Black Lives Matter. Similar to his Phoenix appearance last month, one event with protests is followed by huge crowds. Protesters called for specific, police reform policies. Settlers arrested and radicals detained in Israeli crackdown on ‘Jewish terror’. Middle East / Terrorism. Here’s one prominent Republican’s plan to curb mass shootings. The evil that po...
Prose and Verse » A little bit of prose, a little of poetry and the occasional goofy limerick! Prose and Verse
Sunday, Jun 22 2008. Every now and then, one of them would leave, never to return. They never protested. The young ones tried to hide below when they sensed danger, but the wise old ones knew that when it was time to go, it was time to go. When it was time to go, it was time to go fulfill their destiny. Their destiny to be eaten. After all, what were mangoes for? Friday, Feb 22 2008. She heard the words in her mind, over and over again –. 8220;What was the current role you’re playing? Friday, Jan 4 2008.
Prose and Woes from the Publisher's Desk | The in's and out's of life in a new publishing company
Prose and Woes from the Publisher's Desk. The in's and out's of life in a new publishing company. Book Review – Dead Alert. July 31, 2011. Standard Disclaimer: Bianca D’Arc is not a Tri Destiny affiliated author (I just wish she was! Weg*) She is however a fantastic person, a phenomenal author, and definitely someone a paranormal fan needs to know! 8212;————————————————————–. I need to give a secondary disclaimer before I even introduce you to “Dead Alert.” While I’m a. Guardians of the Dark. This time w...
