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  • 88 REASONS TO HATE

    by PAULA

    I hate the feeling of not knowing what comes next.
    The priceless times of happy endings have always been what is best.
    But, now I think back to the times I’ve been left alone in the rain,
    And I can’t help but wonder if I’m setting myself up for pain.

  • PURGATORY

    by JADON

    Wind. Breeze. Air currents. The powerful energizers that pierce my soul with life and power.  As my heart jump-starts, I awake on the acres of elegant, healthy grass blades.  I am surprised how quickly I rise to my bare feet and spread my average wingspan to embrace the icy winds. I’m dead. I know it. I feel it. I sense it. I remember only flashes and fragments of my last moments on earth before Death himself touched my heart and ascended to this paradise. But I am not an ignorant fool.  I know this place better than my own hand. This is Hell. This is Purgatory.

    Well now that God has burdened me to this realm I needed to pure the so called “sins” that I have committed.  I needed to work my way up from the ground to the peak of Mount Purgatory.  How, you ask? Simple. By slaying demons.

    I began my journey to enlightenment by traveling one of Purgatory’s large forests. I needed to search for tools. I needed weapons.  I walked through the splinters of light and shadow. Searching for a javelin or a sword or anything. But instead I found nothing. Nothing. But I saw something. A light. A refraction. A gleam of light and rays. Salvation with a point.  I sprinted over and grabbed the object hoping it was a sword. A long blade.

    “A KNIFE!!!!!!!!!!” I exclaimed. Purgatory sent me a knife to slay demons with a goddamn knife! I felt a claw on my shoulder’s and in a flash I was in the air screaming for my dear life. I looked up and saw my destroyer.

    It had red eyes and gray skin with black nightmarish wings of chaos. Fear itself stared me down. I blindly pulled the knife and lashed out on my killer, penetrating the soft gray flesh with the hard cold blade of my wrath.

    He burst into golden dust before my eyes and so did the hard grip keeping me from falling. I lashed out like a fish out of water, as if trying to fly without wings.

    Gravity reached out and gripped me with it’s enormous hand pulling me to the ground. I fell straight through the trees scraping and cutting my skin. I fell onto the ground felling the wrath of momentum. My head was dizzy and my vision was doubled.

    “One down, one million to go,” my head dropped into unconsciousness.

  • DARK SHADOW OF NIGHT (PT. 1)

    by KILA

    I’ve never given much thought to love and the love of death, never took that second look for what I had desired, like how I had desired them in my dreams. The feeling of wanting and being wanted, it’s the feeling that makes you psychotic like that moment when you first look at the moon and the dark shadow of night, and you know that they belonged together, like they were destined to be that way.

    Sometimes I’ve thought about the obvious and just how peaceful it would be to forget about the fact that you even exist, but then it only makes me fall deeper into love’s hellfire drought, the temptation for the dehydration of lust.

    To be continued . . .

  • SUPERMAN

    by JEREMIAH

    I haven’t been the same since I learned to fly. I’ve always dreamed of flying, but I never thought it would actually happen. I never thought it would actually happen. I’ve only seen it in TV shows and movies, never thought I would be the one to do it.

    It all started one day I woke up from a deep, deep sleep feeling funny. I walked out to the balcony to get some fresh air. Suddenly I fainted and fell  over the edge right before I hit the ground. I noticed I was flying. It freaked me out for awhile, but I learned to cope with it after I told a trusted friend.

    So I fly to work and everywhere else as part of my daily routine. Everywhere I go people refer to me as Superman. I often let that go to my head, and I try to save people who don’t need saving, but not so often anymore. Flying is like a fairytale to me, but it’s real and makes my everyday life a lot easier than it was.

    There was one special occasion where I actually saved someone. It was a woman on top of a building who was thinking about jumping off. So as she jumped off, I hurried and got in the air. Just in the nick of time I caught her. After I caught her and brought her to safety, she thanked me. At that moment I felt real special to see how grateful she was.

  • THE THOUGHTS THAT PROBE ME

    by ERIC

    The thoughts government use to probe me
    Truth to unanswered questions
    But who asks the questions
    If no one has the Cojones
    To approach Kony
    Who can scrutinize
    When a entreaty to caution
    Was never to scribed
    Land of the free
    Looks toward a place
    Where a eulogy is subsided
    Adolescence turned SOLDIER
    Dauntless youth
    Grow prolific before they grow older
    Having to grow up without parents
    Abducted and kept hostage
    But nobody told YOU
    Of this TYRANNY
    Secrets of the rushing waters
    That carry cargo of youth
    Is filled with IMPURITIES
    Of the unexplained truth
    Invisible villains who remain in cahoots
    Disregarding captured fugitives young bodies
    Who scoured the tract searching for REFUGE
    Adept clues
    Pointing to
    What actually happens
    Kony and his sinister practice
    USA decides to remain not tangent
    To the subject
    That is a huge problem
    That should be handled
    Don’t vilify if you can’t justify
    As the world fights eye for an eye
    The world is unable to apprehend because they are blind
    So who can make a conclusion if
    You aren’t aware of the
    Crime
    Starvation
    Uneducated contamination
    Gun smoke pollution
    Adolescent prostitution
    An empire
    And the person who grew it
    The premature and people remain clueless