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Why would I tell you my heart breaks

When a sweetness whispered heals it anew?

How can I&nbs

Nothing happened to fictional writer Greg Romoslu on March 9th. On March 10th, he took a day off to define this “noth

I locked my heart away

I took myself out of the game

Afraid of striking out, I didnt want the pai

There’s a darker side of me

The someone I don’t want to be

It creeps up inside, and t

in dreams of madness

i saw

she had the scent of spring

she knew my mind

whe

in dreams of madness

i saw

she had the scent of spring

she knew my mind

whe

Everyday I wake up feeling I have something to hide

Yet you slit your wrists and show them with pride

blank skies over a city horizon

stars blacked out by smog and hate

a dull gray haze rreflecting t

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       Marianne walked into the shade

Little baby black bird, sittin in a tree

smokin on a cigarette and lovin what he sees

chewed on a

Dear Jud,

 

Act I of The Reluctant Adventurer tells the story of a young man whose airplane i

pesimistic,

aggressive,

hate,

disquised in isolation,

hiding fear,

I watch the world go by and I wander why

I do the things I do

day by day I watch it whither and s

Dear Jud,

 Yahweh is both a focused exploration of one family through three generat

     His father’s townhouse was permeated by a bouquet of pine oil and dry cl

Our Mother is blackened with hatred,

For she is saddened

And cryin

The bird

Flapping a broken

Wing—Gray and silk like

With hollow bone—

The mists rise a little higher today

In the early morning coolness.

The air blows warm across my