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THE POLICY

Liam T. Dredd and Diaphanous Haze
Were married in not unusual ways.
They booked a cathedral, they made their vows,
Bought as much insurance as the state allows.

He called her Daffi, She called him Lee,
He wrote out their wills, she made them some tea.
"I'll sign the papers if you will," she said.
"A million if either of us drops dead."

"I have a confession, my dear," said he.
"Counting the others, you're Wife Number Three.
"My dear exes were strangled, drowned and shot,
They left me quite lonely, but left me a lot."

"How sad!" said Daffi with a secret smile,
"But at least your marriages were worthwhile.
"Now, my latPoison Apple Book Preview6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

My New Years Pocket Book5 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Mermaid's Book4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Lesbian + Gay Book List

-Lesbian Literature-

- Fingersmith - Sarah Waters
- Affinity - Sarah Waters
- Tipping the Velvet - Sarah Waters
- Keeping you a secret - Julie Ann Peters
- RAGE: A love story - Julie Ann Peters
- Sugar Rush - Julie Burchill
- The Lacquered box - Helen Shacklady
- Spudnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami
- Finding H.F. - Julia Watts
- Hearts and Flowers Border
- Girl Walking Backwards - Bett Williams
- Oranges aren't the only fruit - Jeanette Winterson
- Gold - Dan Rhodes
- Nightwood - Djuna Barnes
- The year of freaking out - Sarah Walkers
- The Teahouse Fires - Ellis Avery
- Ruby fruit jungle - Rita Mae Brown
- Tommorow Wendy: A love story - ShLesbian + Gay Book List3 years ago in Reviews & Guides

The Unread BookYou only see the outline
Please take a closer look
I am the silhouette
I am the unread book

Letters and words within me
Arranged in such a way
This narrative keeps the readers eyes fixed
To the words that I say

Evoking an array of emotions
From the first page to the last
Keep you from putting me down
Chapter to paragraph

Heroes and heroines
Acting out in fictional arenas
Facts and figures educate
And quench lifes thinkers and dreamers

The feel of my page on your fingers
The scent that lies within
They judge me on my appearance
Before the first chapter even begins

So I remain on the shelf
Slowly gathering dust
Nowadays tThe Unread Book10 months ago in Free Verse

The Fairytale Book

The home of the Willow Wisps
Is not a faraway land
You do not cross wide oceans
Or tread hot valleys of sand

From the hollows of an oak tree
Awakens Queen of the Fae
Small transparent wings shimmer
In the sunlight of the day

On the voyage of sailors
Silent waters bubble to life
And bursts forth a Siren
Maiden of beauty and strife

Serene slumbering Dragon
Nestled in a cave of riches
With gold, silver, and jewels
He has fulfilled all his wishes

The beautiful lovelorn Princess
Locked away in her high tower
He is the noble, radiant sunshine
Come to rescue his sweet sunflower

Magical Forests, Castles in the Sky,
Adventures, Wonderlands, and DThe Fairytale Book3 months ago in Free Verse

FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 1F09T Book 1 Chapter One - Larissa Of Foxwood

As the first soft gray wave of pre-dawn light filtered in through the open bedroom window, there was the slightest movement beneath the blankets. He detected it of course immediately, his peaked ears twitching and rotating like tiny radar stations, his ever-vigilant amber eyes flashing fully open. Yes, she was stirring. Soon she would be awake. His guardian duties were done for another night. He carefully raised himself from where he had lain curled up at the foot of the bed aFOX09T Book 1 Chapter 14 years ago in Fantasy

The Book Of . . .4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page

If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.

Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page

Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.

Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground

Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.

Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.

Study drops of scrIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 1From SwirlyRockStar:

"I'm crazy man! I let my peas and mashed potatoes touch!"

From karasu-sysichi:

I don't have gender preferences, I have people preferences!

"Boys don't fall for me, I trip them!" Stolen from a t-shirt I saw one time.

From WildWolfMoon94:

"And then this slide goes here, you select this, and then it shall be my squishy and I shall name him squishy." (I was referring to the slide show i was making.)

"My plan is...well, now that I think about it, I don't have one. Whaddya say we throw these mashed potatoes at Hayden?"

I burn brightly. Throw water on me, and the smoke that curls to the night sky has more freedom than yoBOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 14 years ago in General Non-Fiction

BOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 2From Crosby-Chan:

How many FISH does a starFEET have?

From Demons-Lunar-Mirror:

Bob: Moo.
Me: Tweet.
Bob: Labradoodle!
Me: Damn you....what the hell are we talking about?

"Haha" is really just part of "MWAAAHAAAAHAAA!"

"Extraordinary is really just 'extra ordinary'."

From deidarasgirl17:

my favorite quote from 'innocence'

Kisame: sasori...you love him
sasori: ...i dont love him....
kisame: you just want to put him in bunny suit and molest him.
sasori: KISAME!!!!

oddly enough, from twilight:
edward: sex...money...sex...money...the bill...money...cat?
cat guy: *sigh*
bella: your mood swings are giving me whip lash

me *readingBOOK OF QUOTES 2 part 24 years ago in General Non-Fiction

Your Heart Is A Song BookYour heart is a songbook,
Bound together with time alone.
The parchment is stained with a life time of experience
And you sing melodies a pure as a snowy winter morning.

But you sing to a different tune
And your lyrics are not clear,
What is it that you sing of?
I am eager to hear.

If I could I would read you, I would,
But you keep yourself hidden and obscured
By walls and bars of the coldest steel.
What is it that you cry for?
I am dying to know.

If I could hear you, I would dance the same dance,
I would march to the same beat.
But you are stuck in your cage, and I on the outside.
What magic is your lifes song made of?

CoulYour Heart Is A Song Book3 years ago in Concrete Poetry

Book of Spells5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Picture Book Luttich's Balloon2 years ago in Short Stories

Jack's Treasure Hunt2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

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BiggCharacter Profile Form7 years ago in Profiles

That BookEncouragement

Hello. Do you remember me? I'm that book, over there. We met a long time ago. In fact, next summer it will have been ten years.

I'm also not finished. At first, I thought you forgot about me, but that is ridiculous. I ring through your mind even today, if only a faint background noise. My story still exists, and you yearn still to continue it - yet you hesitate. Yet you make excuses. And now, I know what you are thinking.

You are afraid of writing poorly. You are afraid of losing your place, of forgetting where the plot was going - of becoming everything you despise. And now, you consider forsaking me.

Keep on going, my frieThat Book1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Mes Blue Stories :page no.13:6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

The Lion of Judah 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

What Evil Waits for You 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow 1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry

The Book ThiefIt was always her. The one behind the shelves. Lurking behind the next case. Not hiding, not anything of that sort.
It was obviously her. The one pausing over each title. The one whose fingers lingered over each leather binding.
It was no one but her. There was always this glow, this gleam in her eyes as she gazed at the creamy pages. Eyes of a magpie that girl had, always hidden behind umber hair. Peering through and siphoning the words from the page.
It was the way that she moved. That's how you knew. The way she rubbed her lower lip with her thumb. The way her eyes darted, swam across every line. Or floated I should say. Floated on ink The Book Thief3 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives

Life is Worth Living 2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

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