Category: Poetry

Fantasy

Night Bloomer

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Night Bloomer

Leila felt particularly witchy as she donned her favorite dress, bodice tight, her abundance of hair, a myriad of colors, curls loose and tight, and her eyes coated in gold and slashed with kohl. ... Tonight is the night, she whispers to herself. ... Head in the clouds as she races to her destination, her [...]

Poetry

Djinn Dreams

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Djinn Dreams

Her eyes are broken but her smile is sublime. ... Pieces of her heart that were once whole and pumping like brand-spanking new are scattered across the earth like the famous Dragon Balls. ... But it will take more than an alien race to fix the pieces, it will take a prince–no A King. ... [...]

Poetry

False passion

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False passion

I should have known when I lost the taste of your lips, and forgot the warmth of your caress, that we were no longer in love. ... The blissful days of summer's interlude filled with memories of laughter and sheer joy seem almost like a distant memory. ... If I were to pinch my skin [...]

Poetry

The Fickleness of Summer

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The Fickleness of Summer

Summer fickleness; turbulent currents ocean spray; brine tickling my nose soft sand crunching beneath my bare toes; dodging glass and cigarette butts sun glistening on my exposed skin; revealing imperfection to malicious eyes. Summer's festinate breeze cools the passion, the hurried love, bringing forth death and decay, washing away the smiles and tanning oil. Here [...]

Poetry

A New Type of Predator

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A New Type of Predator

The game I play, Is without weapons, But the mind. Times have changed And so has the game. ... Brute strength is obsolete, Compared to cunningness. Instead of barbaric weapons and honorable skins, Three-piece suits, Rolex, Armani, Tom Ford, Trips to St. Barts, And on the arm of a string of twenty-something stunners. ... I [...]