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Winter - A Pretentious Prose

Guys.

So, like. I woke up. And, like, I looked out the window. And there was snow on the ground.

What. That’s crazy.

So then I had to go out. 66 more words

Cold

it’s not the season
…..the occluded fronts
…..the barometrical pressures

it’s not the helpless sad sun
…..obscured by the sooty midday murk
the spiteful arctic sting… 57 more words

Writing

banshee

the baby’s appetite for its birth is jaw-dropping. in store for god, we have nothing in the house.

Blood

people dying, people crying when night falls its over

spirits breaking, bone scraping when they find you its over

hell hounds there hell bound they’ll drag you to the abyss… 93 more words

Blood

Autumn Sun
lights the trees on fire
And they remain burning with passion
until Winter -

A
memory
that
lasts
even
longer…
– Jen

Poetry

"Criminal Intent" Poem

Wrote this last night… the reasons are better left to the imagination.

Poem

My Human Truth

My strength comes not from

What I pick up

But what I put down

It blooms not

In what I take

But what I give… 20 more words

Emotion