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The World, UnknownWhen the desert raiders stormed the city's church they did not burn the Bibles, theological texts, or illuminated manuscripts. Instead they burned the maps.The World, Unknown
Your maps, they said, are the feeble representations of shadows. They are veils behind which nothing lies, for the physical world, like the metaphysical, is ever-shifting and torrential.
For the priests, witnesses reported, it could not have been worse. They fell and moaned.
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Throughout that year strange earthquakes troubled the deserts of New Mexico. A traveler passing through the region noted, "It seemed that every morning the Earth w
by ~lpowell
The Thing About ClichesI. If this were a cliché,The Thing About Cliches
A poem, or both It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. We’ll throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
II. If this were a romance, A message in a bottle, or both It would still be clich&
by ~summernightangel
Possession-Possession
In my shed I keep a man by the name of Isaac. His nails are blue, his eyelids black from a game we played. He’s kneeling in a cobwebbed corner, teeth sinking through his lip, a grin tweaking at his cheeks, still red with rum. On his chin is balanced a golden moth. He’s staring through her beating wings at some other, sweetly-coloured world. At the window taps a haze of spring in thick blossom, and a carnival of birds at five AM. I don’t always come out this early. But his moans pulled at my skirt, and charmed my feet to creep into indigo,
by ~ellierany
Lipstick“I keep having these weird dreams where I’m stuck in a wooden box with a really really sharp knife,” I say.Lipstick
“Oh, Rhiannon, I think all that lipstick is finally getting to your brain,” says Sabine.
“Leave me alone about the lipstick,” I say.
The lipstick started during the divorce, and even though all is better now, the lipstick habit still remains. But seriously, it tastes good. It’s not like I eat it when I’m extra sad about the divorce or anything like that. It all comes down to the simple fact that I enjoy
by ~Eiszapfen
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I don't mean to sound cold or cruel or vicious, but I am, so that's the way it comes out.
Professional help is being sought.
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(Ruler Of the World)
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Rhythms that you go through..
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