The Actor

The curtain closes again on my act. The audiences roaring applause still present in the air. I care not for their sound or their cheers, only the distance towards my sanctuary. I pass the threshold and seal myself in, dreading the thought of leaving...

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Filler

There was a cracked man, Who had a cracked heart, Something happened to this Cracked man, That made his Cracked heart much worse, He didn't understand, It didn't affect him, He just accepted, Now the cracked man... Is a broken shell of what he...

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Filler

Dark nights Sad mornings Worrying afternoons Terrifying fears They never go away Dark nights They always comsume us Sad mornings They never become happy Worrying afternoons We always worry no matter what may happen Terrifying fears They...

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Under the blood moon- LIving in the moment

I sat in my car for thirty minuets before i actually turned it on. I still didn't feel like going to school but they were bound to send someone to find out I wasn't dead seeing as i wasn't in a hospital or on vacation with family. I was still feeling...

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tigers on the brain part 6

Same thing as last chapter, gay stuff, and leave comments and vote plzzzz ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Gale- I started to lazily open my eyes to be greeted by a blaring sun on my eyes. What...

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A Waking Nightmare

I sit in the darkness My elbows on my knees I stare at the ground As it's useless to look around For all I will see Is the dark that envelopes me A moment later I change my mind And I look around To see what I will find But all I see is...

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The Beginning of Fall

"Home." It was all he could think about the last two weeks. It had been a long business trip in Paris and he did manage to make the sale, but it was the thought of home, and the thought of Karen that kept him going. "90 Marker Avenue,...

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Leon's Poem

Leon's Poem Everything is manufactured, Life has become a satire for emptyness, A series of fabricated events that repeat, From one person to the next. Nothing is original, Nothing will ever be original, Except maybe the person reading...

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Unlocking Doors pt 1

The dog--a black dog, an average height, brown-eyed dog--stood in the middle of the room--a large room, circular--, backed into a corner. In the midst of the crowd, he stood by himself, alone. He exchanged pleasantries, hellos, greetings with the...

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Tragedy

Tragedy _January 28th, 2009_ A faint smile was on my face, a sight no one usually got to see. It has been so long since I have been so care free. The future seemed so much brighter; everything was slowly falling into place. This warm feeling,...

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I miss you

A distant drum within myself, that beats without repute. Your voice a whispered symphony that wakes my heart, once mute. A dream that shall unburden me from wounds dug deep inside. A face that haunts my memory, two worlds that must collide....

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