Tag: storypoem
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Essence
She was searching for the essence of her self. In the books she read. In the people she met. The men she loved. The work she created. She wanted the stories to be real. Each mind to be interesting. The effort to be worthwhile. The trust to be reciprocal. Yet she revealed herself too soon.…
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Visionbird
little vision bird blue dot balanced on a branch peeping through an adopted body feathered leaf green. no worries at the moment and the moment is what matters basic physics relative to a worm. spontaneous with what is known best and easy to understand a soliloquy simple in its wisdom chirping words into music. eyes…
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Waste
Each day, despite the weather or his ailments, he rooted through the hills and valleys of discarded boxes, dilapidated furniture, and broken equipment. He enjoyed the smells, especially latex paint when it spilled from its container to waft for a dominant moment over the pungent odors of rotting food. He was not overly fond of…
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Mask
In a remote mountain village lived a man who wore a mask. The residents of this town regarded the new arrival as a pitiful curiosity since it was assumed by all that he was hiding some hideous deformity. He stayed inside his cabin, venturing out only to purchase provisions or for solitary walks at night.…
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Passion
She sat in a glass booth selling tickets to those who wished to view her life. The price was negotiable but she never gave it away for free. There was no value to the encounter if people believed she was worth nothing. On this philosophy she built a steady clientele. These patrons enjoyed her company…
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Light
Through a field of wavering grass came a procession of men and women. Colors flowed from their bodies shimmering like wings of a butterfly skimming over gold and emerald water. They smiled as they passed me on their way none would say to where. Mirrors flashing in their hands like dangerous jewels in the sun…
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Dominion
The creatures of this foreign land were descendants of god, or so they claimed, and roamed restless the fertile earth by concocting mountains of steel and glass, valleys of cement, and clouds of dust. From prison towers guarding their spoils attained from privilege and sacred blood they perched, vigilant of the thieves who conspired to…
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Symphony
He was a complex boy. Losing himself in the woods as a child wandering alone. Marveling at the ingenuity of spiders as they secreted tenuous threads from their bodies to orchestrate a symphonic maze. He watched the silk strands pulled taut like strings plucked by virtuoso harpists experimenting for pitch, tone, and tempo. He felt…
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Spirits
Chrysalis was the name she bequeathed upon herself, a talented and troubled woman haunted by spirits. She feared their presence and hoped her entourage might provide some security. They accompanied her in limousines, opening doors, carrying bags, and living in her estate. They sat at her long table and dined with her as she ate,…