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      A man, tall in stature, scars running across his bald head, with a bulky physique walked down the hall of his boss's mansion. As he reached the door, remembering to knock, only entering after he heard a deep, German accented voice order him to.    "Sir?" his boss paused his search through his desk, glancing up at his henchman. "Did you find him?", the henchman nodded, "Yes,Herr Beilschmidt. The rat is in the basement, we roughed him up a bit, but left the main part for you, as you ordered.     Lutz nodded,looking into his drawer to find his gold plated and spiked brass knuckles, pushing them onto his large fingers, the sight of the

Ode To Math – By Julie Phan My love for you is infinite: Constant and irrational as pi. Constrained by limits? No, it is not, And now I’ll demonstrate why. Modern love may come and go, Some imaginary, others real; overall complex. Why is it then, my affection for you, Causes many to perplex? Such co-existence reduced to arithmetic, Whether times, minus or plus; Our relationship remains linear and simple Because “You plus me equals us”. My interest in you compounds annually, My appreciation follows suit. In all probability we are compatible Like vegetables mixed with fruit. A love so vast, integral to life:

Dear, I would have loved you but The sky was so bright today The light so bare and empty That my world, of sidewalks and cypress trees, Was all a vast frontier I would have loved you but I remembered a dusk Settled in the midst of the orange groves Where the thick air sang of crickets And the creaks of screen doors spoke of home I would have loved you but A child smiled today Holding the hand of his grandmother Unconsciously happy, both of them They were my Raphael Dear, I would have loved you but I gave my love to moments Of quiet sunlight, shining of stillness I gave it to the stranger with a Scotty dog Because his plai

Ode to My Angel This angel may not have fluffy white wings, Or a bright golden halo above her head, But an angel indeed she is. My angel. A celestial being sent from the heavens, To guide and help me through the journey that is life. If angels are said to be beautiful, then my angel is certainly no exception, And if angels are as kind and loving as they are beautiful, Then her kindness is great indeed, and her love knows no bounds. With a voice like a song, and a smile brighter than the sun, This angel sings words of wisdom that I will forever remember. Through thick and thin, My angel has always been there, whispering words of

He came into town on a cold, dry wind Kicking up dust and blowing sand The sun dimmed for a moment that day The howling wind seemed to say “He has the look of a dangerous man” His eyes were hot and black as ash Glaring at those whom he passed A gun at his hip and a hidden knife Surely he ended countless lives Whispers rose like the hiss of snakes “It’s plain to see, anyone can He must be a dangerous man” Not a word he spoke as he came through town His mouth twisted in a constant frown His footsteps echoed in an empty street The locals hid when he came around They closed windows with a tinny creek Trying to avoi

Nightmares that stick like a shadow to dust Play out my fears of betrayal and trust Bringing me back to what I've left behind In just a few seconds I've traveled through time I'm reminded that blood can be reheated That wounds can fester if left untreated Moments relived in the blink of an eye Pain so intense that you're ready to die They tell me its normal, that its still sane To forget who I am but remember my name That dead memories aren't meant to last But their bodies build up when you bury the past Glossed over eyes become stable and clear In an instant Ive returned to whats always been here A linear reality to comfort my perception

there's something about the beauty in death. the way the living take their last breaths. and the world around them seems to crumble, and their bodies never even tremble. and i feel in my heart, that i'm supposed to miss you, but the bullet was last to kiss you. so take it's kiss, to the grave. and though all my life you were brave, the pull of the trigger, took that away. but now you're gone, and all that's left is pain. and my lips will never grace yours again.

A tiny crack in my self image. Slowly broken as others throw stones in my direction. Finally I'm on the brink of destruction. Standing on the ledge. Then out of the dark arms surround me and pull me back in. They pull me out of my dark depression Into the light. You begin work to repair my broken image. Carefully piecing me back together. Makeing me again what you wanted me to be Sometimes it hurts to have the grime washed away. Finally youve fixed it well enough to see part of the plans you have in store for me. But my life starts taking a beating once again. And soon cracks start to reappear. You use the light and love tha

He is deeply Buried in his own Dark mind. Closed skies Over him By the gloom. Walking alone An endless road Where the fantasies Are decaying. Erased The essence That wrote Clouds for me. His spirit Forgot the way And it is crying For a lost love. Mine. (25/7/14)

Riddle, Riddle, Riddle me this. What should happen, If the Devil, Received your kiss? You  heart would stop, In absolute Bliss. But then the snakes, Would begin to hiss. "Wrong, Wrong, Wrong! Never again, Shall you hear our song!" The birds would  cry, As they flew away. "Never shall you see, The light of day!" Shrieked the Sun, As she sank below. Leaving only, The cold moon, In her wake. The earth would begin, To rumble and shake. Crumbling beneath you, Making room, Until it's created, Your very own tomb. Under the ground, Shadow is all you see. Nothing but darkness... And of course me. Riddle, Riddle, Riddle me