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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

The Thought

There is a fear in me, 
that haunts everyday.
Placed by love, 
that won’t go away.
She gets in my mind and plants a seed.
To grow and free my mind.
The ink is fading, 
ever more each day,
but the pressure she left,
 just won’t go away.
I’ll try my hardest, 
to get it out of my mind.
Just to see it, 
the next day that I find






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Monday, October 29, 2018

Leak 10/29/18

There will be three posts this week

The Thought: Poetry-10/30/18
All night: Visual Poetry-11/1/18
The Fall: Poetry 11/3/18





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Saturday, October 27, 2018

Sleep







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Thursday, October 25, 2018

Right Here Where I Lay

There is a decision, I have made,
to edulge in fear and bathe in pain.
I’m misunderstood, why is this so bad?
Its my choice of life, I created the new fad.
But I haven’t always wanted to be this way,
there was once a light, life once played.
There was a girl who showed me the way,
she told me to live she told me to stay. 

I know now that she wasn’t right,
her dress turned black, as adrak as night.
She was in a beautiful black dress,
but all I saw was white.
You showed me the way, which is now false. 
I now lie head down, 
body like a cross.

Now as I let my life unfold,
I see the light now.
This is my path, 
right here where I lay



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Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Still Loves Me





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Monday, October 22, 2018

Leak 10/22/18

There posts this coming week

Still Loves Me: Visual Poetry-10/23/18

Right Here Where I Lay: Poetry- 10/25/18

Sleep: Visual Poetry-10/27/18






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Saturday, October 20, 2018

The Doppelgänger

Harold, a seemingly successful business executive, was heading home from a fairly long day of working. Harold was a single father in which had a young daughter at the age of seven. Samantha was a fairly good girl but struggled to sleep at the house when no one was home. She had to fend for herself most days. Cook herself dinner, complete her homework without help, Samantha was an independent girl. It was dark outside when Harold got home and most of the house lights were off. Harold looked at the house on arrival and thought it was very strange that the house looked vacant. After pulling his car into the driveway, Harold walked through the garage and into the kitchen. There were no signs of Samantha anywhere. Harold turned on the light to reveal Samantha sitting with her back turned to him in the living room in the dark.

“What are you doing in the dark Samantha?” Harold asked, “I thought you didn't like the darkness,” Samantha didn’t respond. Harold walked into the living room searching for the switch to the light and flipped it but the light didn't turn on. The lights in this room seemed to not work but it was a job for another day. Harold went further into the room and stood beside her and he felt a tension in the room. Something was not right and he was correct. Swiftly Samantha turned around to Harold and hugged him in her small arms and Harold knew instantly that Samantha did not have a good day. 

“What’s going on Sam? You can tell me, I’m all ears.” Samantha didn't respond but continued to hold him firmly and he could only feel sorry for her. Maybe he has been working long hours and Samantha feels neglected. Harold thought carefully and thought about what Samantha wanted to hear, she wanted her father home and he agreed. He had been working long hours and barely had any time with her but that was what happened when you were an executive for a Fortune 500 company. 

“How bout I stay home tomorrow?” Would you like that?” Samantha responded but it wasn't from her lips. He heard Samantha across the house and up the staircase in her room, not in front of him.

“Dad? The lights wouldn't turn on and I got scared so I hid in my room till you got home.” Harold looked behind him to see another Samantha at the top of the staircase in dim light. “Who’s that?” She asked when she saw a small girl hugging him.

“I. I thought it was you,” Harold said now breaking a sweat. If Samantha was on the staircase then who was this small girl? He tried to move the girl to let him go but she would not let go. Harold then turned her head to see her face and it in fact was not Samantha but some doppelgänger with black eyes. 


Harold was petrified and held his breath as the small girl peered directly into his soul. She smiled revealing long sharp teeth in her mouth and at that moment Harold knew that his time at his Fortune 500 company would end this night and that he would never see daylight again.




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Thursday, October 18, 2018

The Man

I’m the man that dies,
at the end of the movie. 
That proves all men,
go big or go broke. 
In the dawn of our kind,
we have been condemned,
for what we think is wrong and right. 
Not to stop to think,
if it is nessessary. 

I’m the man that kills,
in the middle of the novel. 
In which you first thought,
I was the belle of the ball. 
It an ugly thing to be,
rooting for the wrong team,
but by the end you realize,
it was for the right reasons. 

I’m the man behind the mask,
at the beginning of the story. 
Which makes you think you want,
a life like mine. 
It just turns out I’m afflicted,
by the worst of the illness,
which makes me a dangerous man. 

I’m the man in the center,
of the topic of the poem. 
In which you stop to think,
if we should write ourselves to death. 
It’s a dog eat dog world,
and your life becomes unnoticed,
unless if you die without recognition. 




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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Mirror









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Monday, October 15, 2018

Leak 10/15/18

This week there will be 3 new posts. 


Mirror: Visual Poetry - 10/16/18

The Man: Poetry - 10/18/18

The Doppelgänger: Paragraph Story - 10/20/18





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Saturday, October 13, 2018

Dream



























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Thursday, October 11, 2018

I Made You

Can you hear it again? 
It’s ringing.
Get screwed into place. 
I’m barely breathing.

Hate you? 
I made you. 
Can you ask me again?
Hate you?
I made you.
Send it around again.

The cops are running the town,
with the gypsies.
I keep the blinds closed, 
I’m feeling risky.

Hate you? 
I made you. 
Can you ask me again?
Hate you?
I made you.
Send it around again.

Destination.
Abbreviation.
Rabid weapon. 
Tax collection.

I see your running the town,
with the disease.
Spread it till it doesn’t spread.
I’m feeling woozy. 

Hate you? 
I made you. 
Can you ask me again?
Hate you?
I made you.
Send it around again.

Time to break the bread, 
with the gypsies.
One was shot in the head,
Their feeling frisky.

Hate you? 
I made you. 
Can you ask me again?
Hate you?
I made you.
Send it around again.

Convolution 
Alliteration 
Armageddon 
Disillusioned

Can you hear me now? 
I’m nearly yelling.
Can you hear the flight of the sound?
Blood is welling 

Hate you? 
I made you. 
Can you ask me again?
Hate you?
I made you.
Send it around again.

Restitution. 
Conversation.
Revolution.
Causation.



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Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Hypocrites












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Monday, October 8, 2018

Leak 10/8/18

There will be three posts this coming week:


Hypocrites: Visual Poetry-10/9/18

I Made You: Poetry-10/11/18

Dream: Visual Poetry-10/13/18





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Saturday, October 6, 2018

Falling









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Thursday, October 4, 2018

The End Of The Lie

When I walk outside, 
feel the breeze, 
my heart is beating. 

It’s a cold day, 
I can feel it, 
within my soul. 

I cant wait, 
to see your face
I can see it now. 
I can feel it now.

Why were the cards dealt this way?
I said I can breathe. 
Why would you look at me to say,

"is that the end,
of the lie?
Goodnight." 

Can you hear me? 
Can you see me? 
It didn’t have to be this way.
"That is the end,
of the lie.
So goodbye." 

The sound is low, and soft,
but nearly deafening. 
I went for a walk. 
Saw the trees,
The birds were singing.

Have you had enough
of the lie?

Went back home,
it is quiet,
but nearly empty. 

Called your phone,
I needed something,
something to complete me.
Have you had enough,
of the lie?

Why were the cards dealt this way?
I said I can breathe. 
Why would you look at me to say,

"is that the end,
of the lie?
Goodnight." 

Can you hear me? 
Can you see me? 
It didn’t have to be this way.
"That is the end,
of the lie.
So goodbye."






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Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Light







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Monday, October 1, 2018

Leak 10/1/18

There will be three posts this week

Light: Visual Poetry-10/2/18

The End Of The Lie: Poetry-10/4/18

Falling: Visual Poetry-10/6/18





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