

A Fair Treatment (To Those Ive Broken) A Fair TreatmentA Fair Treatment
Sick irony, that salvific love could seem anathema and return cursed on my eye! With undeserved palm branch waving, should I liken unto death or just select myself to die?
Now an altar calls bell tolls; I scroll through eager personed lines. Should I stand last, now, or first? Must mercy couple justice? Must passion parade as often
behind the funeral hearse? Ah, yes.
I must gaze awake, yet slack, while sin slips from my sides. I must stay agape, stand back; in this Gods grace abides.


On Depth, Height and FluidityAs a Mountain unattainable, we look up to him: our enigma complacently and patiently unexplainable. He walks in such a way! Somehow still humble when fumbled and fast. He works awakened always in a new direction. Toward no degree of anything chained down or unfree, He seeks not only learning but masqueradeOn Depth, Height and Fluidity
with sexy mystery. He constitutes a dripping pool,
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Ode to a Leviathan InsideWhen your life is JOB which turned out to be just. a play, written in the BCs to help a bunch of Jews in dealing with their patient Jewish suffering --- When you cry for Please Put God On Trial, because you suffer and your suffering suffers meaninglessness compared to true pain (See: Kenya; See: the index of needless death -> throwing the first stone; See: Holocaust becoming cliché; See: compilation of crimes -> what I did to my ex.) Yet still you see: the good you want to do but do always the evil forever under-the-law and freely.Ode to a Leviathan Inside
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Grains of Sand and WitBeach strolling, bound - for far-off favoritisms, like piers and - &Grains of Sand and Wit


Bus 57 to CedarwoodBUS 57 TO CEDARWOODBus 57 to Cedarwood
Why Today
Amanda woke up as the bus plunged down the steep cliff. Around her small things flew, floating in the falling vehicle. Time began to slow down. With it, everything around her blurred; all ambient sounds became a slow stream of incoherent waves. Today, of all days? Why did it have to be today? she thought. Some moments later, time came to a full stop. Silence and blurriness reigned. The bus driver was nowhere to be seen, and so were the other passengers. Except one: a teenager seated in the very back row. He wore a hood so she
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
why do you want people to say they aren't... that defeats the purpose. And... college... your a writer.. hmm, I would suggest using people you know as characters, don't make them exact.. but allot like them.. it will help, because being a great friend like I am sure you are, means you know how your friends are, like if they are flirty, or shy, or get sad easily, so by using ppl around you, you will get characters that can only be authentic... Well, enough said,
Love,
MG
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I still enjoy your work.
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thanks muchly
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i'm painting one at mine. Pretty coincidential. hope you are nifty.
Where are you going to college jacob?
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