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"Mask 'Er Aid"
A desert is a beach, where the water has yet to meet the land. An ocean is a beach, where the water has yet to meet the sand.
Chad BurkePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Road to Kingdom Hearts
So if you're anything like me, since E3 2013, a small piece of your childhood has been biting at you every second of every day. You wake up sweating in the dead of night because you need to know what's happening with Kingdom Hearts 3.
L. E. KingPublished 7 years ago in GamersMemoir of a Dark Time
My body is like a rock And it hurts everywhere "Oh, you should stretch to help relieve the tension." That sounds great, but it doesn't do much when you're perpetually holding your breath and your muscles simply won't relax.
Anna SmithPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNo Pain
Well... You've harmed me so much you see, this sickness inside of me cannot be fixed from a little antihistamine. No pharmacy could ever prescribe a cure well enough to mask my insanity locked away in privacy.
Joshua DildayPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWintersong
As I laid awake at night, I could feel how Dublin fell asleep. It was my first winter in the capital of the Emerald Island,
Laura JiménezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOn the Day of the Eclipse
This month she came to me with no pain no ripping tearing my insides making me feel as if I wasn’t in control This month
Francesca AlexandraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Fixer
Swirling storm of water and foam impeccably designed to eradicate unwanted life. The water is boiling, and wears away at layers of grease. Disinfecting. Destroying. The process is whirling and unfurling while I sit safely in a leather throne, ankles crossed and legs tucked slightly beneath me. There was silence in between the violent churns of extermination from the kitchen.
L. E. KingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGentle Touch
The Gentle graceful gradual gift growing gallantly grasping good emotion effortlessly entering one encompassing the entirety of myself to witness the silent
James FuentesPublished 7 years ago in Poets