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WordsWordsWords
What is a word? Random patterns of type? Combinations of sound?
Why do they matter? Who decided which were bad, which were good, and which were cool? How do they have the power to rule our lives?
With words we can hurt. A cruel word stings like the lash of a whip,
A cruel word can make a heart grow faint, A cruel word can make the tear ducts flow, sprinkling the cheek with diamond drops.
With words we can love. A loving word can make the heart flutter, A loving word can make the stomach swoop, A loving word can spark a kiss,


VoidVoidVoid
How do you fill a void, a gaping hole in the heart?
How can you find a lost piece of yourself, an essential fraction of the whole?
My heart and soul cry for help, yearning for a cure and an answer, to the void.
My heart is scarred, my soul worn out. The light is framed by darkness. I long for what I cannot have, a thing that was torn away. Tears roll down my cheeks as I shout my lamentations to the sky.
Is it a dream, my heart hopes, but Im afraid that it is not. It is as real as this world can b


Angel's WingsAngels WingsAngel's Wings
Soft beating like a drifting cloud, Angels wings aloft among the sky.
A face, smiling and kind. Glowing with the radiance of a thousand stars.
Soft beating like whispers of wind, Angels wings aloft among the sky.
Watchers eyes, as green meadow grass. Ever vigilant through the lives of man.
Soft beating like the rustling of leaves, Angels wings aloft among the sky.
Reaching hands, soft as a melody. Healing the aches of the heart.
Soft beating like the gurgling of a stream. &n


FortressFortress:Fortress
James sat in a plush leather chair, a harsh voice crooning in the gloom. His balding, sweaty head glinted in the dim candlelight, and his face was gaunt. The skin seemed to be stretched across brittle bones and his sky-blue eyes were blank. With an effort, he reached for a glass of water and sighed as the liquid rushed down his throat.
My fortress, he whispered into the dark. A light tweed suit hung loosely on his frail form. A handkerchief constantly brushed across his forehead as he gazed unseeing unto a worn book in his lap. It depicted a


WhyWhy are you so perfect? Why are you so nice? Why are you so smart? Why are you so mature? Why are you so amazing?Why
Why didnt I notice it sooner? Why did it take a year? Why did I dub you the just a friend? Why didnt I realize that I could have had you? Why did I date a jerk instead? Why did I date someone exactly like you, but not you? Why did I date a "player"?
Why do I feel what I feel? Why does God give these feelings to those unprepared to have them? Why is my journal wet? Why does the thought of you make me cry?


Souls Held BoundMemories flowing through my mind, In the darkness of the hold. Cramped and filled with stench and fear; My bodys hot; my mind is cold. Standing in the field that day, Grabbed so quickly from behind, Shackled roughly to my friends, Pain of body, pain of mind. I dont know how we made that trek, Stumbling over plants and rocks. Forced to build a river raft, To bring us to the fateful docks. White men came and took us on; Were they demons? Must be so. Will they eat us? Whats this fate Worse than death to which we go? My mother dSouls Held Bound
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Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
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Judgment will be swift and sure. It will begin with whoever runs slowest.
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