

Blue WallpaperHis name was Joseph Pullam and he stares at his blue-striped wall. He is lost in thought. Black hair mussed. Dull, brown eyes far away. Sounds of in taking short breathes. He lies next to his wife sleeping soundly. Lightly snoring.Blue Wallpaper
He works as an advertising consultant for a corporation. Always away on business. Always absent minded at home. He quietly hums an opera song. He is out of key.
His wifes blond hair settles on her pillow. She holds her left hand on her belly. They screamed for hours that night. She cried. She missed him. She was lonely. His best friend kept her company. The baby wasnt his. &nb


Porcelain Pinocchioi saw him curled up lying on the bedroom floor slowly shrinking from former past lives seen through his reincarnation claiming to be strong he smiles and dances like no one else inside, he slowly dies showing temporary words at the tip of his tongue while holding black emotions from the demons and monsters that haunt him from his first birth his silent screams pierce infinity as he pretends to be real while loving Zeus' muse hearts cave in reality darkens like porcelain lungs, he breaks with one last breathe nevePorcelain Pinocchio


First Day Of My Lifewe dance under moonlit branches covered in cicada cries and cricket chirps life never seemed so real with willow fingers stroking unknown depths of lakes and stars humming lullabies rocking the world to sleep. we stare into souls ofFirst Day Of My Life
green and brown, taste the sepia stained grass tails swaying in the wind. the smell of wild daisies red dirt and clay call out to our longing hearts to return to our first Mother nightingales coo in nests made as our laughter echo into infinite skies becoming children of nature, we relive t
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---Being unfinished can be the final piece---
Remember your darkest hour only lasts sixty minutes. You will make it through, just don't give up, nor give in.
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"We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.All art is quite useless."-Oscar Wilde fromPreface of The Picture of Dorian Gray
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there are fools in need, too foolish to believe.
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Without imagination,what is the world we really live in?
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"Why think about the things of yesterday, when you still have today to go and tomorrow to come? Just let it go little one, just let it go." - Romani Lunarti
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