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  Dreams

  

  By mcnwritingsoul, Fairfield, CT

  I believed the sky was made of glass—a thin, transparent sheet of material so fragile, it was possible for one’s dreams to break through. Yet, with no record of a shattered sky, I also had vehement theories that no one was dreaming. And I was the first....
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  Hallways of Silence

  

  By mcnwritingsoul, Fairfield, CT

  It was not the sun that warmed my world; or the clouds that blocked my soul. It was not the evil glares that broke me down to nothing; or the feelings of hate that made me weak. It was not the earth’s unwelcoming gates that left me locked outside of this world; for it was not another’s fault th...
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  Writer's Never Go to Heaven

  

  By mcnwritingsoul, Fairfield, CT

  I've heard it said that writer's never go to heaven. (And apparently, the really bad ass one's go to hell before they even die.) And whoever made such a straight forward remark, I am (and undoubtedly) certain that such a saying is true. ]Though I am the first to admit my disabil...
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  Phantasmoria

  

  By mcnwritingsoul, Fairfield, CT

  Preface Written among their faces thrived a devious expression, an expression for which stood out by its own. Within their ostentatiously beautiful eyes, screamed a remark of horror, my glance staring contently into the soul of a monster. Puzzling, it may seem, for one to be so deeply captivated...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Fluorescence in the Dark

  

  By mcnwritingsoul, Fairfield, CT

  When concluding upon the end of twilight, It is one song that I am left to sing And be one vocalist, I inhale the dusk New England wonders freeing my soul of mourning With the physique of its nature, mountain so tall I gasp of all inception of reality, And standing among the dirt pathway to ...
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  Raspberry Kisses

  

  By mcnwritingsoul, Fairfield, CT

  As I watch the sun stain upon The grassy meadows of red kisses It is not the dawn that sparks the darkness, Or the twilight that recalls a witness. Based upon my very account I sing the lyrics of my own demise, The emptiness that hollows throughout me Is the emptiness that sparkles the sta...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Among Glass Now I Walk

  

  By mcnwritingsoul, Fairfield, CT

  From every vulnerable streak painted within me, I preach among despair, Emptied of soul and drained of wisdom, Grieving for the weakest of air. Placed before a blank page, I fret not knowing of my talent to write, Each concoction of literary downpour shall be nothing, Bland among the poison...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Living as if Dead

  

  By mcnwritingsoul, Fairfield, CT

  Perhaps my dreams will forever be humble, Drained of all emotion forever grown. Within my peaks of literary text, I grieve among all I've lost, Talent quite broken and shallow lines spoken, There is nothing left to resemble Frost. Their words so strong and confiding, Engraving the in...