

The Subterraneans I - IIII.The Subterraneans I - III
We couldve done so much more, you whisper to no one in particular. I hate it when you look at me that way, with tears clinging to your eyelids.
It wasnt our fault. Theres nothing we could have done any differently. I wish I believed that. Better yet, I wish this war was over. Im tired of living underground; feeding crumbs to the families I share the darkened halls of abandoned condos with. Im worn out from saying goodbye to comrades and innocent children and if I watch you shed tears one more time for every member of our shrinking group that dies I might go ins


Portrait of the Night ShiftWhat are you reading? he asks.Portrait of the Night Shift
Kafka. My eyes bury themselves back into the words quickly. I have less than two hours to go and I am halfway through chapter two. What? KAF-KA He slides closer, focusing on the cover. The Metam Metamorphosis...of Kafka.
I inwardly giggle because his thick New York accent seems to make every word he speaks sound so surreal in this Southern town. He turns my entire world upside down sometimes by taking a statement I thought I knew and putting a new perspective on it.


CansThe same crushed velvet skin that I caressed so frequently and with so much adoration now gives rise to the acidic aftermath of this afternoons lunch deep within my throat. I cannot find you beautiful because your insides are as ugly as mine were.Cans
Once upon a time, I too did what you did to me on that rainy afternoon. Id make them all fall in love with me and one by one Id pick them off as though they were tin cans placed on a fence and I was the ten year old freckled boy with the BB Gun. Id holler and laugh and dance each time they fell, riddled with dents and my pretend bullets lodged in them. They
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Focus on GOD! Don't take criticism to heart and compliments to your head, and you'll remain grounded. Better to be lifted up to the position of a king, than forcefully taking it...
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Focus on GOD! Don't take criticism to heart and compliments to your head, and you'll remain grounded. Better to be lifted up to the position of a king, than forcefully taking it...
Club:
~LoVinG-MzAnTsi
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A holy place denotes a focus on the spiritual, a civic building: law and order, a business: money. Such is the declination of society.
-parsely the sage
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Focus on GOD! Don't take criticism to heart and compliments to your head, and you'll remain grounded. Better to be lifted up to the position of a king, than forcefully taking it...
Club:
~LoVinG-MzAnTsi
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Focus on GOD! Don't take criticism to heart and compliments to your head, and you'll remain grounded. Better to be lifted up to the position of a king, than forcefully taking it...
Club:
~LoVinG-MzAnTsi
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Focus on GOD! Don't take criticism to heart and compliments to your head, and you'll remain grounded. Better to be lifted up to the position of a king, than forcefully taking it...
Club:
~LoVinG-MzAnTsi
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ShadowBrite
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
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.
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