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Foul Midnight! Breathe thee once and leave to thy misty recesses Upon thy hour one nomad walk’d, dazed Upon thy bosom one nomad moan’d, amazed Upon thy lips one nomad knock’d, crazed Oh, Foul Midnight! Thou bringst me mine lover, betrayed, and leavest me with nothing but a nomad for reckless annoyance

I did not mean to. I was at a party and I was out of control. I took a shot of whiskey, smoked a joint, snorted a line, and then I licked a liquid drop off a stamp. Then I flew! I was off the floor, out of the room, and near the heavens. It was wonderful! Then, I felt a tremor, small but there and as I started to hear purple and see my friends voice in front of me the tremor grew and grew until my whole body flopped around. My friend Jenny started to scream and suddenly I was out. Black, I sa...

There is this thing about Keith that drives me wild. He is the first person in a while that I could just look at and know how he feels. Oh! How deceptive this feeling is. This feeling cannot quite be described, it is not lust (there is no primal need for him) but it also is not love (there is no deep feeling that is generally associated with 'the one'). It is almost a natural feeling. Organic. Original. Beautifully Unrefined. Like Cookies and Milk we float thorough the hallways of long forgot...

Deception Sarah Beth was my best friend in Kindergarten. A best friend I thought I would never be able to part with. Unfortunately, sometimes your brain and your heart though. It was the summer of my 7th grade year and Sarah Beth and I were excited to finally be going into middle school. Sarah Beth was tall; she always was, even in elementary school. She had pretty blonde ringlets that cascaded down her back, and big blue eyes that, when you looked into them, it felt as if you could see her s...

Sometimes I think I can hear you, walking through my house, as you did many years ago when we were smaller. The tinkle of your voice surrounds the air I breathe in. Your presence is stifling. I never could quite forget you; you never could quite forgive me. Even when we grew older, wiser, stronger, more mature, there was always that idea in the back of your mind. Deception; the kind that leaves an irreversible scar, the kind that stabs with every thought. The kind I inflicted on you so many y...