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the ward (after Philip Larkin’s unfinished poem The Dance)
by Jim Bellamy
 'madness, sadness and scabs - all mad things, boy: fartoo bad to be diluted by "The Ward",that simple fiddle-browed pretence at eachatom of the thoughts which really...' But contusive speechslows at my equally contusive brain,that in the sharpened river seesthe games in gaddened houses, maddened ruts.bright handels purr in the maple trees.the sun is cold.…
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A step back
by SashAface_
Then there was a timeWhen I wanted to sit downThen there was a clownWho gave me no words We settled for a midnight coffeeAnd cried I was shy to put on a smileAnd sayThat the time was over Nothingness had come aroundTo have a little chat with the futureIt drank my beerAs I watched it crawl into your…
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Spider Queen
by Gabber
In her web the spider queen, Lurking silent and unseen, Stalks her trapped and squirming prey, Who tries in vain to get away. She truly is a fearsome sight, This hungry dweller of the night, Her gaping maw inspires screams, Many say she haunts their dreams. She plans and plots, her web she spins, Her wicked games she always wins, This creature, you cannot defeat, Your…
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Why did you leave this early?
by bellafayelogophile
I was awakened by a staggering newsthat you already passed awayI was stammered and the only word I saidwas Why did you leave this early? I thought it was all gossips and pranksbut the body inside the white boxWhose wearing a americana suit helps me wake up to the reality and lead me to the questionWhy did…
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House of Death
by Gabber
The walls are cracked and crumbling, And the garden's not been kept. So much dust now coats the bed, In which they both once slept. The house has been abandoned, By its former living hosts. And yet so many neighbours, Say it's haunted by their ghosts. They died in tragic circumstance, It's told in local lore. The wife fell down the stairs, And bled to death…
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To Be A Kid Again
by Caryl Faye Dela Torre
When your pouring I was reminiscingThe time when I was still a kidA kid who doesn't mind anythingbut to play outside under the rain When your pouringI was thinkingif I can do this thing againgetting washed under the rainWithout any feeling ofirritation and hesitationbut enjoys every drop of it When your pouringI was dreamingTo be a kid againAnd enjoy…
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Why did you leave this early?
by Caryl Faye Dela Torre
I was awakened by a staggering newsthat you already passed awayI was stammered and the only word I said wasWhy did you leave this early? I thought it was all gossips and pranksbut the body inside the white boxWhose wearing a americana suit helps mwake up the reality and lead  me to the questionWhy did you…
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1117 Lincoln Way
by Lauren Horsch
I walk into a house with nothing and I think this is how the other side lives.“We’re not dressed,” she says, arguing with our weary faces that don’t care, we just don’t.“Put some clothes on and meet us here.” She locks the door behind her and she’s not allowed to lock it but she does…
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1117 Lincoln Way
by Lauren Horsch
I walk into a house with nothing and I think this is how the other side lives.“We’re not dressed,” she says, arguing with our weary faces that don’t care, we just don’t.“Put some clothes on and meet us here.” She locks the door behind her and she’s not allowed to lock it but she does…
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1117 Lincoln Way
by Lauren Horsch
I walk into a house with nothing and I think this is how the other side lives.“We’re not dressed,” she says, arguing with our weary faces that don’t care, we just don’t.“Put some clothes on and meet us here.” She locks the door behind her and she’s not allowed to lock it but she does…
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