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Designated Driver
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
All the kids were asleep, except for me and my spouse.
We were wrapping up presents when we heard a noise,
My wife said “what was that? Go check on the boys”.
I checked their bedroom and they were snoring in their beds,
Dreaming of video games and other things in their heads,
“They’re passed out, I don’t know what that could’ve been,
But let’s hurry up because I want some” I said with a grin.
Just then we heard a loud crash right outside the backyard,
It was a...
All the kids were asleep, except for me and my spouse.
We were wrapping up presents when we heard a noise,
My wife said “what was that? Go check on the boys”.
I checked their bedroom and they were snoring in their beds,
Dreaming of video games and other things in their heads,
“They’re passed out, I don’t know what that could’ve been,
But let’s hurry up because I want some” I said with a grin.
Just then we heard a loud crash right outside the backyard,
It was a...
#Christmas
#funny
#ShortStory
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King of the Road
A traveling wiz kid
Shit kicker
Gathering speed
Push button magic
Cyclone launch
Over the edge
Asphalt rising
Hotdogging
Driving into the interstellar highway
Eatin dust!
Neptune’s convoy or the boogie van
Velvet interior, hell on wheels
His freedom of choice
Picking up his trapeze freak, sea hag
At the space farm
She once owned a Coyote Duster
A super shooter, strato-streak machine
Currently lugs around in a Falcon
White dice
The two are missing links
From a...
Shit kicker
Gathering speed
Push button magic
Cyclone launch
Over the edge
Asphalt rising
Hotdogging
Driving into the interstellar highway
Eatin dust!
Neptune’s convoy or the boogie van
Velvet interior, hell on wheels
His freedom of choice
Picking up his trapeze freak, sea hag
At the space farm
She once owned a Coyote Duster
A super shooter, strato-streak machine
Currently lugs around in a Falcon
White dice
The two are missing links
From a...
#universe
#rainbow
#cars
#ShortStory
#scifi
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Elizabelle the series
I hear her quietly entering
it is Elizabelle, my vampire girl
seeking in the mortal realm
she observes from afar
tasting the deserts of the season
a fascination she sees
while tending to her studies, she dreams
lilting in the energies
the powers that be surround her
uttering hush now girl, behave yourself
it will not be
a precarious child of the night
she looks about the place
with eyes shining full of hope she spies
touching midnight's visions
she copes with the day
groomed to be an immortal...
it is Elizabelle, my vampire girl
seeking in the mortal realm
she observes from afar
tasting the deserts of the season
a fascination she sees
while tending to her studies, she dreams
lilting in the energies
the powers that be surround her
uttering hush now girl, behave yourself
it will not be
a precarious child of the night
she looks about the place
with eyes shining full of hope she spies
touching midnight's visions
she copes with the day
groomed to be an immortal...
#ShortStory
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Transporter Pt.2
My momma beat my ass cause I stuck my finger up like this, like this
Your girl want to ride me cause she knows I can do it like this, like this
The police wants to question me cause I look like this, like this
But they are scare to stop me cause they know I don't miss, don't miss
I don't want you to get me twisted, with this, that, and the motherfucking other
I can put the cow in reversed and get cream out of motherfucking butter
I'm so much more than another stone cutter
That's why all of these bitches out here are sleeping in the fucking...
Your girl want to ride me cause she knows I can do it like this, like this
The police wants to question me cause I look like this, like this
But they are scare to stop me cause they know I don't miss, don't miss
I don't want you to get me twisted, with this, that, and the motherfucking other
I can put the cow in reversed and get cream out of motherfucking butter
I'm so much more than another stone cutter
That's why all of these bitches out here are sleeping in the fucking...
#ShortStory
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Once Upon A Death
On a distant mountain
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
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String It Up…
In the calling of the winter of discontent
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
#war
#sun
#moon
#spiritual
#ShortStory
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She At The Abyss
t'was those restless nights..
you remember yes?
remember the silent howling
...that hawkish moon
the tossing..turning
the inner chambers churning..
in sweaty trepidation of
the visitors
...
your panorama of parasites..
here to commune with the dwarfish
incubus clawing beneath
your agitated flesh
...
come my darkened lover..
never mind them
allow me to secret you away
submerge...
you remember yes?
remember the silent howling
...that hawkish moon
the tossing..turning
the inner chambers churning..
in sweaty trepidation of
the visitors
...
your panorama of parasites..
here to commune with the dwarfish
incubus clawing beneath
your agitated flesh
...
come my darkened lover..
never mind them
allow me to secret you away
submerge...
#dark
#dreams
#water
#ShortStory
#mermaids
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Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
#ShortStory
#prose
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Through the long grass came a Ghost
Through the long grass came a Ghost
Crowded at my window tonight, your ghosts will have nothing to speak of but love.
Tough the long grass leading to my door is parted, not by you leaving or by you coming here. The same ghost keeps in with my blood, the way
a small name says itself, over and over, one minute it is cavernous to the next, and I cannot locate words enough to tell you your wrist.
On my breast had the same two sounds to it you are a sky over narrow water and the ghosts at my window are a full day until I shed their loss I want to tell...
Crowded at my window tonight, your ghosts will have nothing to speak of but love.
Tough the long grass leading to my door is parted, not by you leaving or by you coming here. The same ghost keeps in with my blood, the way
a small name says itself, over and over, one minute it is cavernous to the next, and I cannot locate words enough to tell you your wrist.
On my breast had the same two sounds to it you are a sky over narrow water and the ghosts at my window are a full day until I shed their loss I want to tell...
#ShortStory
#lover
#passion
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Be On Guard
A mesmerizing moment,
Like a sudden guess,
Quickly steals away the
Breathing assurance
Of what is true,
As if to believe the
Thief in the night,
Stringing together attention,
Like a bow to
Fire flames from the shadows.
In the after hours,
With no limit,
And a full belly,
Knowing what to say
Philosophizes the aesthetic of
Bringing death to life,
Summoning innuendos
Of trickery, allusion,
Proudly jesting double standards,
With tales of the dragon.
Bestial guts,
Like the sword...
Like a sudden guess,
Quickly steals away the
Breathing assurance
Of what is true,
As if to believe the
Thief in the night,
Stringing together attention,
Like a bow to
Fire flames from the shadows.
In the after hours,
With no limit,
And a full belly,
Knowing what to say
Philosophizes the aesthetic of
Bringing death to life,
Summoning innuendos
Of trickery, allusion,
Proudly jesting double standards,
With tales of the dragon.
Bestial guts,
Like the sword...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#ShortStory
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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started here....continued
#ShortStory
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YOU CAN'T MAKE SOMEONE SEE
You really want to know what is truly insanity when you deposit into, someone else and theology within the mist of the trails and tribulations. We find ourselves lost within an imaginary fantasy of what life, and love really isn't to the mind and heart and soul. To someone who doesn't value themselves, thinking that knowone can love them just because of the hand life had deal to them. But amongst the confusion of trying to love them, with the process of the pain and hurt sometimes suffering you decide to continue to stand and stay with them even with this, heavy upon your heart with silent...
#ShortStory
#dialogue
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
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