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Cold Feet As a mumbled day roars into the night You awe at turmoil within sight You rally hope deciphering in blind And snap dead over guilty grind You howl oppression to a tyranny inclined While a stone numbs you too in hind You are a masquerade charade of a time Also drowned in an unworthy slime - All that gained in revolt to a tornado A subtle breeze oozes in A drop from the eye Mind over matter into An invisibility you shatter As crippled regards for matters of mind You fall a shadow to own reflection And curse the mirror in drab fashion Thus you summon An adventure into the night Within all the while Chatters anger your fright. #review

A cloud of possibility gathers Of me loving you from a distance And you being closer to me than a vein Let me know your chaos And douse me like the sweet rain. #review

Of Shapes and Bones by Joshua C. Pipkins “Are you the devil?” The man asks me. His eyes are no longer eyes, but milk. "No," I say, "but I am dead like you." “So I have died,” he says, and there's a hint of melancholy in his otherwise deadpan voice. His body is stiff and unmoving, caught against a collection of rocks at the edge of the stream. I plant my knees in the grass next to him. “You are my guide,” he says. “I am. My name is Vergil,” I say. He falls silent, the water sparkling like stars against his skin. After several moments, he answers. “I was a good father. I need you to know that.” “I know,” I tell him, “I know everything about you, Daniel.” “Then take me,” he says, “I want to see my husband.” A gust of wind blows through the meadow. Trees bend and rustle. The flowers whisper solemnly in my ears. I take his hand into my own, flesh and bone intertwined, and snatch the Shape from his body. I lead him into the Crossing, where the pit awaits at the heart of the sea, vast mounds of colors falling and rising like time-struck mountains beneath our feet. “It’s beautiful,” he says as we walk. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.” Then I ask him, “If you’d seen everything in life, what would be the mystery in death?” “I guess that’s true,” he laughs, though it sounds more like leaves being blown in the wind. “It’s just… I stopped believing in a Heaven so long ago. I figured that if one did actually exist, I wouldn’t ever see it.” I say, “You loved who you loved.” “Yes, I loved who I loved,” he says. Then he asks, “Am I going to hell, Vergil?” “Do you believe you’re going to hell, Daniel?” “I don’t know,” he says, “I spent my entire life hearing that I would. I guess I’d be a little disappointed if I didn’t. All that time spent wondering when I ran away from home with Henry, worrying that I’d done something unforgivable.” “There’s no such thing,” I tell him, “In the end, love is still love. I don’t think there’s anything more worthy of Heaven than a man who sacrifices for love.” He can’t smile, but I feel as if he is, and as we near the pit at the heart of the Crossing, a deep sapphire light burning in its core, he lets go of my hand and drifts toward the edge. “My daughter,” he says, “Does she… know about me?” “She received a call this morning. She’s grieving, but she’ll be okay.” “I became so… distant after Henry died,” he says, “I closed myself off from the world when she was still in college. I stopped accepting her calls. I wanted nothing to do with the world if he wasn’t there by my side. I just lied in bed and let the time take me. I was so selfish, Vergil.” Then he says, “I was a good father. I need you to know that.” “I know. I know everything about you, remember?” He nods, then stares down into the light with apprehension. For an eternity he stands there, saying nothing, the world around him living and dying again and again. He jumps. “Are you God?” the little girl asks me. “No,” I tell her. “But I am dead like you.” #review#ShortStory

I often loved the idea of sitting in a corner, folded like a fatherless kid, befriending the wrong spiders then I learnt to love my white fragrance, quoted in black, in a colorful wilderness, lonely like an undiscovered tulip but now, I cage my unbridled emotions, in words, befriending assonance, together hiding in metaphors, holding quills like a father's thumb #poetry#amtupu_#review

Meek mildred mark me a move Sequester sparkles to dawn dews For I coat not a hearty gardener's worth And humility of your bloom alone Quest my quench in the living doom . Prior policies did prune piety , Freedom be a fief furnace for foliage , And borrowed songs is all i bequeth Unworthy hands at your marvel Lucky enough for a sun to shine , And see you smile to hope In a pleasure of day to be fine Meek mildred, to smile as you bloom. #review

Do you see me? Do you see my body? Does it interest you? Do you feel it too? Do you see me? Do you see my mouth? Do you like the words? Or just the way it sounds? Do you see me? Do you see these eyes? Do you see the pain ? Do you see what it hides? Do you see me? Do you see these scars? Do you hear the stories they tell? Do you think I have gone too far? Do you see me? Do you see my mind? Do you think I'm crazy? But isn't it just what you like? Do you see me? Do you see my imperfections? Would you still love me? I ask my reflection. #review

Why am i so addled, i seek retort through this creation. Can't understand a thing, anymore. I just need Salvation What am i gonna gain, if anything, why do i need revelation. I do just fine without mass, getting back to isolation? Why is it so important, why look for identification? Is it the curiosity or the fear of seperation? There is inspiration, there is recreation, there is manipulation, sensation, violation & frustration but is there anything that's necessary? Is there any elevation? I know it bothers none but please, tell me, where am i heading to, what is my destination? #Snowy#review

#myreview ... Use #review for others to review your work. Other than that. Vera level poem. You have a good command of words. Felt like a song.. keep up the good work

When your hands Trail on my soft skin, I lose myself With you My love. What else can I ask, For this eternity, Than our entwined bodies, Into one, forever... #review#my

Hello there all. Good morning. I'm a student and I write sometimes. This is something that I just wrote and share here. Please give your reviews on it. Title: Fate I chose to be burn in hell I chose to swim the ocean I chose the pain. All that I chose. I can't blame thou for my suffering, You are the reason tho. I can't play with thou, You played tho. I chose you over entire world. I chose death. Accepted it. As it is. Now all I hope is to wait till the last day. A day when I'll reach the bottom of the ocean. A day when you will no longer be able to see me. A day when I'm suffering will end. A day I'll meet my master in hell. But the only regret I will have there is, You will not be there. Because I accept that fate, So you can live and enjoy. #review #poetry #prashant

Agoni Betrayel Kriticisms Destrooyed Elliminated Failled Groundead Thank god I ve learnt to spell "Confidence" before these! They didn't make much sense!!! #Dhruv #review #thoughts

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