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“One thing is for sure, she wasn’t a neat freak,” Dougy said with a grimace as he took in the sight of my apartment. Okay, so I hadn’t picked up in a while. I work, or had worked, two different jobs and even so couldn’t afford a cleaning lady. Mom always did tell me that I should be more conscientious of my apartment, you never knew who would stop on by. Go figure…she was right yet again. Even dead, I hated that she was always right. “Not everyone’s a neat freak like you Doug,” Mark said with...

The workings of the mind are hard to tear apart as they dart to and fro from the end to the start Its a burden of bearings that the heart does break a river of contradictions of choices one must make But where lies you mind when people pull the string and make you say untruths no one really ever mean Till you realize your shadows are nothing but distant haze a breakage of years gone by and a mystery within a maze Then the day will come when the river swallows whole and leaves but distant dust...

There's this wall within me. A tower of dark and dim. It's like this echoing abyss that continuously grows. Then you cut through it like it's nothing but mist, like a coveted kiss goodbye. Or maybe it's more like a hello? Both are equally whole, both equally sharp and biting. You encase this screaming within this wretched tormented soul. Always two ever-consuming plights of distant dreams fading still and this relief and calm that comes. Will your truths hold me, or will they spread me to rev...

Alone A silent cave of wild abandon Unchained by fate But chained by my heart I yield all to you As you beckon With your ever sweet caresses I do so give all of me An offering as tempting as any lover is to her mistress Wild Blissful Free

If I pricked my soul would you see it bleed rivers of fish and life a world of deep shadows and a sea of forbidden desire Would it be red and black like the wars of times past and would you see the bodies of deaden dreams left behind Or would it be the color of dawn of mornings yet to come currents of blues, reds, and golds promises of things yet to be as wave after wave takes hold and I'm swept further away by the battle that resides in my own I know that the winds will blow and I'll taste f...