Category: The Nerves
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The building is encased in snowfall 17 stories, row upon row of windows A yellow-green light spills forth The world outside is cold and white Human beings inside are poised for a fight Another drunken bruise Paranoia, anxiety Thin walls, loud television sets The world is dressed in a midnight…
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Dawn barks in a chill Sky gray blue Air silent Broken only by a lone loud engine Coffee cooling down Time drawing near To get up and go into the world That void of unknown That drama, comedy, tragedy Voices battle Chaos buzzing Talk, talk, talk And say nothing Someone…
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Thirteen minutes to fill a capsized void. A laundry list of worry as the clock ticks in some kitchen bluebird hung neatly in the window and looking out onto the pleasant yard. Gas jaw dryer waits alone in the basement. Grandma’s caw caw like a crow beckoning me back inside.…
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+ 500 or Less, Creative Writing, Dark Dreams, Ethereal, Flash, Hypnotic Ramblings, The Nerves, The Woods+
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The wide maw of sleep deprivation. Tunnel light etching scripts for the nausea people. The magpie man wants to blow his brains out on the high-wire. It scares and deafens the village below. Illusion Lake has no water. On the shores of vast emptiness. Always getting ripped on and lied…
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It was an empty night by the desk and the heart inverted for the purposes of other people. Chocolate hearts drawn in chocolate chalk melt out there on the stampeding sidewalks. Too tired. Too tired from trying to leap beyond the barriers of all that is right and good. I’ll…
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+ Confessions, Creative Writing, Death and Life, Free-Range Verse, Psychological, Streaming, The Nerves+
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A solitary chair by a window The room is purple haze A thin veil of curtain pushed aside The view is sunrise on the water And thoughts diving in Wanting to swim In the deep and narrow periwinkle mauve The yawn of a ship dispersed in space I have no…
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You can’t say “write like magic” It isn’t right to be so tragic And Nob Hill hip And Q-Town super fresh So write like magic despite the tetherships of the world I ache to conjure up all the words I need for literary architecture Why doesn’t my mind simply bleed?…
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The emotional river flees fluidly like me. There must be some kind of disabling plate in my head. A blockage, a barrier reef, a comatose scarecrow holding an eternal lamp in a Halloween field of moonlit night. Frosty crows soar across the face of the man in the moon. They…
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+ 500 or Less, Absurdist Fiction, Dreams, Flash Fiction, Hypnotic Ramblings, Reflective Light, The Nerves+
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She could fill the entire house with crap, and I was expected to keep my mouth shut. That’s how it was back in the days of evil love. Junk mail would be piled to the moon. Boxes filled the floors to the point one would have to carefully dance around…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 