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November air, sharp and cool and still Here I lie. Engulfed within a field of swaying dreams; As they stare- The pin-pricked sparks on eternal light- Can you hear them whisper? An opal moon yawns a great white light That washes the world in a lucid illusion. My mind is lulled by the silence of... Read More
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Treasure Gone But Not Forgotten
Today I lost a treasure. I held each one in my arms and whispered farewell. Each one seemed so real, but now- All that exists is the echo of them. Listening in this silence I hear nothing save the mind’s voice that plays, And plays, and would play, and soon forgets. I have always imagined... Read More
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A number of years ago, fewer than I care to admit, I finally came to the point where I saw the Christian life clearly and I was faced with two great paths: self-denial and self-indulgence. Decisions could either be made because it was what I wanted, or because it was what I knew was right.... Read More
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There is a mystery behind flickering neon signs; The scent of saltwater and fish on the pallid air Breathed out with an exasperated sigh By a tired city. Drones, hums and rumbles laced with laughter, So many noones screaming for attention yet Absent of humanity; devoid of soul Save one cry. Stale winds and gaping... Read More
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With mixed emotions I felt death strike Sitting in a crowded coffee house on a damp night Surrounded by a city of dead people that smiled and laughed And spoke of life. I smiled through the pleasant pain of Losing some vague connection with an obscure past Tasting mint espresso and the overwhelming sense of... Read More
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My soul cries out with the deepest plea for heaven To bring me a kindred spirit knit so tightly to my very soul That I cannot move or breathe without the spirit of that One moving or breathing beside me. I have tasted a summer closeness that died with The first bite of autumn frost;... Read More
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An Inward Reflection of the Past MEMORIES are odd things. It’s as if the past is so much more than the present. Our brains store every tiny detail that made each childhood event perfect and globs it together into one big thought of happiness. When we think back on childhood, everything seems so much different... Read More
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The sun peered through the crytal sky Shafting down upon a world. Filled with towering beasts and untold wonders And skies with clouds unfurled. Across the vast expanse of white and hard Plains gashed with mysterious monuments- Deep circles of black often raging with unseen heat- Came wanderers from below. They marched across the desert,... Read More
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The room is dark and my soul is alone; Sharply cut by the blades of the whirring fan. I have lived many lives, and have died many deaths; Now I lie like a broken crayon. At once I filled many pictures with hue Empty pages that once drew a colorless stare But the strokes that... Read More
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Beneath The moist warm earth, The lazy thing finds rest. A worm’s life – so uneventful. Robin!
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This is a short story I wrote in college. –Jesse Another hectic day at Jon and Lisa Redford’s house had arrived, albeit not unusual; this had become a common occurrence some time ago. Weekdays gave only enough time for work, sleep, and food, and weekends were jammed with things of little importance that needed doing.... Read More
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Dark shelves were made for hollow ornaments, Brightly twinkling and luring the eye, Sending slivers of colorless rainbows, Lightly tinkling a passionate song, Formed a dissonant melody slow. Look deep to the fields through the circle of glass And the mist of the dew disappears. The diamond butterfly aimlessly flits From the rose with the... Read More
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I laugh a lot. I cry a lot. Visions of greatness frequent my thoughts. Why must life be a cycle of day and night? A swell of joy and an ebb of tears That wash over the wreckage of a life- Smashed on the rocks of fate. And tomorrow is another day. Another day. Another... Read More
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Within human nature lies the crafty creature of Ignorance. He has stolen truth from many a man with his subtle ways. But the beast claims not only truth as victim; but beauty as well, for truth is beauty. On occasion, this scaly-eyed monster will wake and snatch the ability to appreciate beauty from the eyes... Read More
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I’ve Given Up A Time Or Two Before
I’ve given up a time or two before, Half drowned by icy turmoil within. Emotions crest and break upon the shore, Drowning reason with their ever-present roar. I fight against the surge, but never win. I’ve given up a time or two before. A swell against the sand-the waves restore The smooth and untouched beauty... Read More
Hello, I’m Jesse.
