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"Life is too much with us." I often lament that I don't have time to pursue all my various passions. So much of me is used up in dealing with the everyday pressures of this life. Here, find not the pressures of life; find instead the pressures of passions.

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POEMS [] STORIES [] GALLERY [] GAMES [] THE ODDS

P O E M S

Absolution In Black by Lloyd Michael Lohr
remnant echoes of the revolt,
still sting the obsidian skin of the fallen,
caustic soulfire,

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Birth of Evil by Duane Locke
Night puts
Its voluptuous arms
Around my house's shoulders.

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Miss De Milo's Fat Shoulders by J. Kevin Wolfe
My acrophobic heart fell
but somehow leapt
the crevasse of my throat

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suicidal trees by Chris Wanten
I'm
afraid of you
afraid

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Through Your Eyes by Lydia D. Hart
I walked at water's edge this morning as if in a trance, aware of my
surroundings only by the familiarity of the exercise.

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The Curious People by J. Kevin Wolfe
Life is a brilliant red in Beijing.
It is communism
It is blood

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my soul i shield... by Leonardo R Martínez
my soul i shield behind too many thorns, from the pangs of perfect love lost and the

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MOON SOUNDS by M.T.Eldridge
In the coarse of a fall night dusk to dawn.
The full moon shimmers with an echo and a sound.

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with me by anthony pampinella
he is strong
he has bad knees
i am him
but so is he

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? by Write Eye
I feel it as I walk as I talk as I breath, This uncontrollable feature which lies deep within me.

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You Can Never Go Back by Trisha Hanudel
wasting away in my crumpled bed
a bed that's seen better nights
a face that's seen better fights

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Oblivious by Lisa Marie Cole
Waves of depressed thoughts
Drown and kill my past joy.
Oblivious, he is to my recent state.

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your love by Amanda McGown
if there was such a thing as you and i id sour the earth and touch sky...

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G A L L E R Y

Copyright (c) 1997-2000 by Noel Bebee
"Always Take Off Into The Wind"


Copyright (c) 1997-2000 by Noel Bebee
"In Daddy's Lap"


Copyright (c) 1997-2000 by Noel Bebee
"Can't Let Go"


Copyright (c) 1997-2000 by Noel Bebee
"Looking For Some Touch"


G A M E S

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S T O R I E S

A Funny Thing Happened on my Way to the Insane Asylum by Daniel William Gonzales

Melissa Dirk sat in the corner clicking a pen, the melodic monotony of the act began to infect her---the repetition of it reminded her of her life, of everyone's lives out there in the so-called real world but it was just an illusion. A terrible lie, a-
"Miss Dirk, how are you feeling today?"
"Oh wonderful, wonderful-yourself? Delightful, good to hear it, how's cat and dog? Oh, great, wonderful, dandy-"
"No need to be sarcastic, Miss Dirk, it's a simple question," said Dr. Maltez.
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Raven & Tyreese by Marina Medved

It all began on a cold November night. The brutal wind harshly hit the windows and the rain started to pour out of the sky. The lights in the house were off, except for the fickle candle up in her room. It was after midnight and she sat on her bed leaning against the wall with the phone in her hand. The TV was on, playing the tape of Romeo and Juliet. The smile did not leave her face and she giggled once in a while. At that moment she felt as if her life was so simple. If only she had known how it was about to change. If only she had an idea about the surprises that were in store for her.
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