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Not Okay

Josie DeeSeptember 17, 2019

Not Okay written by: Josie Dee @Josi3_dee It's not okay to just grab us, Not okay to wade on in, To pace and parade across our path, With hard e...

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Love’s Moment

James Bouthiller/Soul ScribblingsSeptember 11, 2019

Love's Moment written by: James Bouthiller Love's awaited moment, is a sudden shooting Star Sparking desirous want, deep to passionate soul As a ple...

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Unexpressed Thought

Robyn MacKinnonJuly 28, 2019

Unexpressed Thought written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat universe exists a single unexpressed thought to this energy ...

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To Poetry

Shekinah Blessy MadanuJune 15, 2019

To Poetry written by: Shekinah Blessy Madanu Like summer that strips the trees Of every delightful ornament, You strip me naked of my perfect front;...

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A Blossoming

Aurélien ThomasApril 14, 2019

A Blossoming written by: Aurélien Thomas Do you know that my heart was a barren land scorched by drought, a desert? A place for dirt and quick...

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POETRY MY PASSION

David Chukwudi NjokuNovember 15, 2018

POETRY MY PASSION written by: David Chukwud Njoku Poetry is my ignition, she's the reason of my congratulation, a passion for my destination, a glo...

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Summer of 18′

Tinashe MuzaJuly 2, 2018

Summer of 18' written by: Tinashe Muza You are mine I am yours Afraid to love once because of what was I knew you were the one the day we shared ...

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CACOFONIA

Francesco AbateDecember 3, 2017

CACOFONIA written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Quale sia il verso che scrivo una musica sgraziata lo rompe. Quando penso la quiete notturna...

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NO METAPHOR TO EXPRESS LOVE’S GRANDEUR

K. RadhakrishnanOctober 16, 2017

NO METAPHOR TO EXPRESS LOVE'S GRANDEUR written by: K. RADHAKRISHNAN What wrote you in my destiny, I wonder, I am lost in moments of my ponder, Surel...

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Male Privilege

Rakind KaurOctober 10, 2017

Male Privilege written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah He had something important to say it did need saying even though all he wanted was to p...

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I Want My Anger

Joyce ButlerSeptember 6, 2017

I Want My Anger written by: Joyce Butler @joycebwriter I Want My Anger Hear it Screeching off Inside my heart I Want My Anger Roaring landslide ...

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Love Eloquently

DedhedpoetAugust 9, 2017

Love Eloquently written by: DedHedpoet @dedhedpoet Human beings never complete Nor medics who cure, fill void's seat Your own fantasy, real it be ...

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You’re the Reason

JAnn BowersJuly 10, 2017

You're the Reason written by: JAnn Bowers @Echoic_JAnn You’re the reason I breathe I cry I whisper These words to you Each night...

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Loved Ones

Brian Wayne SmithJune 2, 2017

Loved Ones written by: Brian Wayne Smith @briansmith3575 Today I would like to give a shout out to family and friends that have become family in my...

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

Bodies In The Basement by M. Taggart

It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night ...