That is all.


Alone at NightThere's a certain time of night, When everyone's alone. Even with their lovers tight, In dreams, they're on their own.Alone at Night
Then, there is the other group, Both stranded and awake. Trapped outside the daily loop, By some divine mistake.
I am one such weakened mind, With countless nights to spend. It didn't take me long to find, A certain special friend.
The ghosts, they keep me sane at night. The cold and restless dead. They flicker in and out of sight, And float above the bed.
Their faces as they would have been, When


The painted DoorTell me, what's the purpose for A camel oil painted door? To represent the lengthened square, The one we always knew... or be the door that's always there, But never ventured through?The painted Door
A painter, in the attic, late, He tries too keep the edges straight. His family thinks he's lost his mind, They leave him there alone. For weeks up there, he's been confined, A chilly comfort zone.
He thinks that if he can create, It will help prolong his fate. This artist seeks to challenge God, And everything he's known. He wants to make a new facade,


A Bit of WorthOf every resource on the earth What one will always last? What will always have a worth, And always travel fast?A Bit of Worth
Look outside, and see the land, And look across the ground.
What will be in high demand, And have no upper bound ?
The information's limitless. So much to learn and store. From every single move in chess, To every single war.
And every single written word, From every person's ink. And then you'll see what has occurred. The earth can only shrink.
Take every bit, connect it all, And send it through the ai


Juggler BoyHe learned to juggle as a boy, With nothing else to do. This inexpensive little toy, Was all he ever knew.Juggler Boy
He started throwing only three, But worked it up to five. As a kid, he still could see, It made him feel alive.
Like life itself, you had to track, Each goal, and task, and ball. Like life itself, if you stood back, There's order in it all.
Coordinated patterned dance. A beat, a pulse, a flow. The juggler boy was in a trance, With every catch and throw.
When this boy became a teen, He thought about his worth.


Lustful HellRun just a little faster and maybe you'll succeed Sorry, you're too late and now you belong to me No matter how hard you try You're still going to die My claws squeeze the life from your tired body Stop running girl, for others are why you're here No one can help you now, you're all alone Silly girl,you alone are why you're here Fate is what brought us together Here with me is where you'll stay I'll soon know you, body and soul Forget it, there's nowhere to go I am your fears, come to life Now I, for different reasons, keep you from sleep Let me know youLustful Hell
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~Liz
Careening down a dank alley, I hit a brick wall...
No revenge is more honorable than the one not taken.
I'm glad I don't have to pretend to be someone that I'm not...
Cyndi
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~SGdeviants
~mjcphotog
I also tend to post the new things there a couple days or weeks earlier than on here.
Thanks for reading
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