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The chilly wind beats down upon me, The persistent rain continues to fall, like icicles being absorbed into my skin The arid desert air fills my lungs The steady stare of the sun follows my every move Faintly reminding me... Why have I forgotten about you? On my quest to find you, To see you one last time, I was swept away. I was swept away, By nature’s beauty… By a desire for discovery, To see sights both known And unknown to me I was swept away… Inspired to travel, Inspired to journey to exotic landmarks To satisfy my longing, To fill my heart’s void In doing this, I was satisfied momentarily, But I

My thoughts spin rapidly, deeper and deeper, plunging into the whirlpools within my mind With each blossoming thought a regret rises from the surface... “Why did I say that?” “Why did I do that?” "What, instead, could I have chosen to do?" I attempt to dismiss each thought quickly, but the memories are agonizing the process of regretting, sorrowful a hindrance, distraction from everyday life Finally, the confusion within my mind subsides… as my thoughts are calmed, Regrets shrivel up the raging, angry whirlpool disappears What remains is a realization... I don’t want to regret the past I want

Gray masses quickly assemble themselves weaving a quilt with relative ease without a wish for perfection, some holes may be strewn some patches distorted The thin fabric enduring through collaboration fashions itself into hazy barrier Content in the absence of intricate designs without complex patterns, lacking bright colors to astound To fascinate or mesmerize its spectators The quilt, a collection of clouds woven together floats contentedly throughout the gloomy sky

I took a deep breath, though the damp air didn’t aid my exhausted lungs as I’d expected.  I paused, taking a warm drink from my deformed plastic water bottle.  I judged that I had 3 or 4 drinks left until the bottle was empty.  This wasn’t comforting, as I hadn’t thought to bring any extra hydration.  Well, I hadn’t really thought to bring much of anything—and yet, all I really needed at this moment was my brain and some basic survival skills. My body ached from the constant activity, the running involved, the exhilaration, and the disappointment of day.  The swe

A faded recollection A special remembrance A memory… A muffled dialogue, A handshake, A smile shared between strangers, The beginning of a friendship, The loss of a friend, The laugh of a newborn, A carefree drive in the daylight sun A memory… A quick run on the beach with a loved one A serious conversation with a friend over coffee A joke made in good fun A memory… A faded recollection A special remembrance A memory… Painful, yet hopeful Exciting, yet uncomfortable Captivating and enthralling A memory… One may long to experience a memory Rather than replay it continually in their mind, Yet not

I stand stiffly on the edge of the cliff Far above the chaos beneath me Far above the rumbling of the waves I gaze down at the water So clear, pristine, cerulean Yet the waves violently crash Against this misshapen, eroded rock precipice Gradually wearing it down With every strike In a moment, thoughts of you invade my mind I sigh, for I can never fully escape Memories of your anger, your wrath… As the sun rises, I turn around Fleeing from this enthralling scene And finally realizing, That though I remember you Attempting to mold me, into a different person One I could not be... I am still the same person I was wh

Brenton sighed.  When would Cherie ever give up?  Not any time soon, apparently.  He was so tired of her and her “campaigns”.  When would she ever learn? He leaped onto his bed, feeling the mattress envelope him.   “Brenton,” a female voiced called.   “Come in, Aurelia,” he murmured.      A girl with brownish black wavy hair and soft green eyes opened his door.  She wore a flowing violet dress, flattering her thin figure.  She took a seat on the bed, and gazed at Brenton. “I’m worried about father,” she said softly.   “You’re worried about father? I’m worried about Cherie and

The rain beats lightly Dripping, trickling, dribbling Lightly at first, then The poundings become that of a drum With a constant thundering And a persistent rhythm I can’t escape This raging storm, this impending battle These marching soldiers As they close in on me, What can I possibly do? Where can I turn? A battle is raging… I can hear the drums of the red-clad soldiers I can almost reach out and touch their horses… As they hiss and grunt As they continue to push forward I shiver with fear, tremble with fright I cry out to them in a weak voice, As if begging for mercy that will not come Wondering how

Draw a pencil across A page as empty as I; White-wall mind, blank canvas, Staring through transparent eyes. Shall I dance the dance of verse With words that will not come, Or falter, helpless, hopeless, dumb Under this soulless curse? Swing by me a revery, Something solid to grasp; My muse's face would be a wonder My eyes would love to clasp. Falling, falling, blank again; No drop, nor stain of thought. No release, and I am caught Down yet another dead end...

i wanted to write about me writing about death and resurrection and new ideas as strangling figs, and old ones as innocent trees: i became a strangling fig upon my poetry: would not let it see death and resurrection until i walked into winter's death-wheezes and died: revealing spring burning smells and new daffodils busting old earth, and pubescent daffodils shooting off pollen, proliferating winter's yellow blemishes: and old daffodils were burning: their red eyes tired of the sun, and so crumbling to april dust over-springing-over-summering-over-wintering til next year, and there it was:

Full Title: Top 10 Worst Things to Find in Your Parachute Bag Instead of a Parachute 10. 20 lbs. of lead 9. A dead body 8. Annoying in-law 7. A disgruntled cat 6. An umbrella 5. Anthrax 4. Stephen Hawking 3. Incredibly valuable Chinese porcelain 2. a 2500-page manuscript on the effects of gravity 1. Air Fresheners

Top 10 Rejected Superheroes 10. Wanna-be Boy - No superpowers, just follows other super heroes around 9. Super Nerd - Can solve any problem using complex mathematical formulas, except how to move out of his mother's house 8. Captain Obvious - For obvious reasons 7. Karma Man - Every time he does something good, he must balance it out with something equally bad 6. Incredidog - Has all the same powers as a regular dog, only he can do them twice as well 5. Spare Change Man - Always has change 4. Therapist Man - Believes everyone has the power to solve their own problems 3. Omega Man - Always the last one to arrive at the scene 2. Mr. Op