Personal Writing

  1. Trophy by pamela munoz

    Well im barley starting the poem thing ahahhahah idk how to describe well i defenitely need suggestions in my poem and i have alot more poems..... pls write me suggestions and thoughts Trophy Can't you see, that i only want to be me, how dare you treat me, like a stupid trophy, showing me off, then go off to another sport, and win, then polish her like you polished me, cause thats the only type of person, your ever meant to be By pamela Munoz
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  2. Semaphore Magazine X2

    "Ms Brellin" appears in Semaphore Magazine's December 2010 issue. All I'll say about this one is that I had the idea while my English class was studying The Fall of the House of Usher. And I thought how strangely easy it could be to update...
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  3. At a Loss for Words

    The clearing between the pines was brown with decayed needles covering the floor. Looking out, the milo grew high and power lines hung loose. There were gun shots in the distance, coming from the farm further down the mountain. As I moved out of the clearing, the soles of my boots sunk into the soft ground and my hands glided over the tall grasses. I followed the trail further up the mountain and when I glanced back, the roads were far away. Another shot echoed in the distance. I could...
  4. Just passing time and the bottle

    "The Dirty Bird" gets passed around one swig at a time, poor old Mr. Pibb nothing more than another chaser. "You go to the movie theaters and have to pay fifteen dollars just to piss!" one slurs. The same old banter and blues pours out of the bottle, down the gullet and back out again. Holy ****.
  5. Can I borrow you lighter?

    A mourning soul, nothing more than a half carton of Marlboros, stands there pleading for an escape. I understand why, but seeing myself in another is too hard to handle. All I can do is accept his wish and pass my lighter over, hoping it'll provide some comfort and resolve. Then the utterance of passing chatter withers into solitude.
  6. Collection from Anthology Builder

    21 stories published from 2008-2009 are now available in Things Seen Through the Mind's Eyes in the AnthologyBuilder library.
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  7. Song for a Stranger

    Song for a Stranger The man blossomed from the shadows, faceless as the darkness that had shrouded him. A steady gait and a stoical expression were a time honored guarantee for a blind eye turned from every passerby and walker-on strolling through the lowly lit streets. Neon signs and burning scions of hopeful mercantilism glared off into the night, promising business for those who could pay and that those would pay who did business. The man breathed deeply and sighed, a rolling soft as...
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  8. Untitled

    The fire cackled and crackled as the scrapings of metal preached to a tired man. The iron utensil that he clutched so tightly had over the years become more a part of him than the house that now caged him, or the wife that laid cold in a bed upstairs. Worn hands chilled against unrelentingly cool metal as the man slid his palm up and down, caressing the watch that he desperately needed to fix. This watch that so spelled providence for a tired old man. This watch that so filled his dreams,...
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  9. The grudges we can't forget.

    Several weeks had gone by since Samantha had talked her her mother. This would not seem so strange if it were not for the fact that they are living together in a small two bedroom apartment. Everyday they walk past each other. Everyday they fight for time in the bathroom getting ready. On several occasions their eyes will meet one another's but neither one of them can summon the courage to say a few words. This behavior began when Samantha was just a child. A terrible act had happened to...
  10. Life on parallel roads

    Wide and vast as I walk along…the road that seems endless I know you are there right adjacent to me… but where exactly? Was I slow to have missed you or so fast that I left you behind Where am i? I walk, I run, i pause in search of you When the sun is scorching over my back…I take a pause with the sweat dripping over my face…I stop I feel may be I am walking too fast that I leave u behind…I take a halt Then suddenly I realize that I have taken a long pause, did I miss u when I had a short...
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  11. Untitled

    An original piece I wrote several years ago, possibly 2015.
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  12. Homeless Lite

    Back in the ol' hometown and I decided that rather than staying in and paying for a hotel -- and rather than accepting invites to crash at friend's houses or sleeping on mom's couch -- I'd take my tent and sleeping bag and camp in a city park. It's a nice tent and a nice park, though my little tent is dwarfed by rows of RVs. But the night was quiet and calm, no rain and no noise. But it's hard to make the compromise between hotel and home. The tent's too small to do anything other than...
  13. River Rocks

    I have a secret addiction. I cannot pass by a jumble of river rocks -- those small stones gathered together and sold for landscaping purposes -- without glancing down at them and, at the risk of seeming odd to any passerby, picking up one or two that momentarily pique my interest. And I've found some intriguing ones: a small agate (not of commercial value), some fossiliferous limestone (seashells and the like that have accumulated and become incorporated into stone), a piece of...
  14. Man is like the grass that flourishes and is gone.

    I'm not much of a Biblical person, not because of animosity toward the Bible or the faith, but because of unfamiliarity. As a kid I only rarely attended Sunday school, and when I did I invariably got lost in any reference to a particular book of the Bible. Later I learned to understand and appreciate Christianity, but never really the Bible per se, especially the Old Testament. Anyway, the above words popped into my mind the other day, as I was rooting through long-sealed cardboard boxes...
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