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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

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Bedtime Stories

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At night my mother would read me a story,

Tales about nights, kings all seeking for glory.

I sat down, half asleep, my eyes sore,

I listened intently, legs-crossed on the floor.

Some of the stories were terribly tragic,

Others included wizards and magic.

Magic, my favourite thing,

Oh, wat fun magic would bring.

If we were all wizards no one would cry,

We’d laugh in glee as we fly through the ...

Poetry

Time Passes By

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Growing strong underneath the sky’s vast dome,

Aging, growing older, at a fast pace,

The months and weeks rush by,

Until wrinkles carve into your face.

Clouds pass slowly overhead,

Seconds fly by with every blink,

Many memories form in that time,

Faster than you may think.

Growing strong underneath the sky’s vast dome,

In my aging mind I think, oh my,

What a strange thing,

That Time passes by....

Poetry

Wonderful Water

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_Ignore the prompt! I wanted to share this poem I wrote with you!_

__My heart,

A restless sea or a glistening lake,

Whirlwind rapids or a calm stream.

My heart,

Is like a body of water,

On the surface it glistens,

It listens,

To the calm flutter of birds,

And smiles at the azure sky.

Placid and tranquil,

Although sometimes disturbed,

By the occasional drowning flies,

Or a gale sweeping over i...

Poetry

Blood On Autumn Leaves

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The quick pace of our steps slowed.

Collapsing by a tree, I placed my hand on my shoulder, trying to slow the bleeding that seeped through my torn clothes in great amounts. Fatigue overcame me. My eyes blurred around the edges as I tried to focus my eyes on Kellen, who slowly sat beside me and helped me stop the blood. I exclaimed quietly in pain so he stopped, pulling his hand away. My blood no...

The Not So Grim Reaper

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It was early morning. A yawn escaped Mira’s lips as she got up from bed, trying not to wake her husband in the process.

Something was keeping her awake. A loud sound: large banging most likely originating from the basement. It seemed to be all fake. It felt as if it were from a book, in which the character does not have a happy ending. But that was just a book. This was real life.

Mira descende...

Beautiful Memories

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Memories,

Pleasant memories,

Reach your mind,

But may be forgotten,

May be wrong,

May just be tricks,

Tricks your mind plays,

Just so you can feel something beautiful....

Poetry

Opposites - Please Give Feedback!

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“You’re late.” A woman’s voice growled from the corner of the almost empty tavern, sitting on a chair shrouded in shadow.

I chuckled. “Fashionably.”

I sat opposite her, bringing a candle with me. Not so I could see her face - although it was quite beautiful, battle scars showed her courage and strength - but so I could see if she would draw a sword on me, or try to attack in any other way. Knowin...

Not How I Remembered…

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Revisiting my old school had always been something I had wanted to do. Saying hi to my teachers, asking the kids how it is, things like that. It turned out to be very different.

As I walked to the school gates, I already noticed something was off. No children played in the playgrounds, and no teachers were insight. The place seemed…abandoned. The swings creaked in the wind and the concrete was co...

Horror

Trust

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Too…can it…conceal,

It can mend…destroy…and kill,

But…one thread…can heal.

_Note - This is a continuation from my other haiku:_

_Trust…can love…can ache, _

_Just as delicate as glass,_

_One crack…and it breaks._

__...

Poetry

Expect The Unexpected

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The night was going well.

Tankards of ale splashed over and raucous laughter echoed through the large tavern.

I don’t remember much. Which is fine, probably the affect of the ale.

The main thing that _isn’t_ fine, is the fact I forgot how we were captured.

_Drip. Drip. Drip._

The sound of drips woke me from my deep slumber. I tried to move or see where I was but my hands and ankles were tie...