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He wanted to contribute to the conversation, but it would cost him. If he opened his mouth, they would know instantly how little he knew of the subject at hand. Rejection on the spot.

» Posted By BattleCry On 02.28.2015 @ 7:01 pm


I know the only way to reach what I want most is to pass through all of this endless toil. There is no escape tunnel under the muck. I need to continue on. Through is the only way out.

» Posted By BattleCry On 02.16.2015 @ 6:46 pm


She fidgeted in the ruffles of her elaborate gown under the pressure of his question, not in fear but as a warning. The same way a bird puffs up its feather plumes to seem more menacing.

» Posted By BattleCry On 12.06.2013 @ 9:21 am


Following the crest of a beautiful life
there will be no word
strong enough to
coach that wave back
from its destined return
to a weak

» Posted By BattleCry On 06.10.2013 @ 9:44 pm


I’d like to say things can start off easy, and maybe sometimes they do. Generally, though, beginnings take time. In my case, scribbles and anger. When words can’t loom together in perfect pattern, everything just starts to fall apart. Sleep is the first to go.

» Posted By BattleCry On 05.10.2013 @ 6:13 pm


In the days leading up to it, I guess the signs were obvious. But hindsight will always be 20/20 and there is never enough soap to clear away the past.

» Posted By BattleCry On 05.09.2013 @ 8:30 pm


I’m not giving up. This is a moment of stillness; do not mistake weaknesses in clean clothes as something easily bested. Mud and shit won’t spoil me. I’m speeding up. This isn’t enough for you to trip into checkmate and wait for the storm to reach over my head. Bring on the rain, I’ll race you.

» Posted By BattleCry On 04.23.2013 @ 8:47 pm


One came on TV and I got excited, “I wanna see tornadoes for real, chase ’em around.” But he shook his head. “There’s a lot you don’t know about that storm. It’s probably destroying houses. It could be killing people.”

» Posted By BattleCry On 03.27.2013 @ 8:58 pm


I’m trying to be better than I was, I’m trying every day. To not let sounds sap strength from each vertebrae. Like laughter in my peripherals, or words that turn me into a newborn weakling just looking for some comfort.

» Posted By BattleCry On 03.03.2013 @ 4:21 pm


Without music pouring from oversized headphones, his memories would still be just that. But when he felt the first chords of the song start to form, a blue-grey cloud conjured over what was, seconds earlier, a very good day.

» Posted By BattleCry On 03.01.2013 @ 4:50 pm


It’s one of those things that stops any conversation. The subject of a person’s losses always renders them quiet as the others do the same, out of respect or the thoughts of their own tragedies.

» Posted By BattleCry On 07.30.2012 @ 10:53 pm


above the belly of a whale
a boy got caught up in the sail.

it was his time; he didn’t know,
and fell to davy jones below.

» Posted By BattleCry On 01.17.2012 @ 2:59 pm


When you conceal yourself behind that mask, you’re right, no one can see your flaws. But they can’t see your character either. They can’t see you at all.

» Posted By BattleCry On 01.12.2012 @ 9:39 pm


Thorns snagged her dress as she galloped through the woods. She knew if she turned around to find her attacker, she’d be done for. Never mind how torn her tragically expensive outfit was, this escape was crucial.

» Posted By BattleCry On 01.04.2012 @ 1:09 pm


It was an antique, just like everything around it, but this trunk wasn’t just furniture. It held secrets and stories and traveled to more places than I’d even heard of. I ran my fingers over the brass latch. I needed to open it.

» Posted By BattleCry On 01.03.2012 @ 1:38 pm


His hand gripped my forearm like an iron clamp. “Come with me.” He wasn’t excited or angry, just nervous, but his thoughtlessness left a bruise where he’d dragged me to the van.

» Posted By BattleCry On 12.24.2011 @ 8:23 pm


Look at the combination
of things you do not know.
Watch the palpitation
of my organs buried in snow.
See the exploitation
sitting pretty in a row.
Now adjust the conjugation:
you will reap the things you sew.

» Posted By BattleCry On 11.03.2011 @ 3:40 pm


I’m not sure what she was expecting when I walked to the door. I realized she was expecting something when I opened it and saw her looking wide-eyed and hopeful.

» Posted By BattleCry On 07.09.2011 @ 10:09 pm


he had the engagement ring loosely tied around the stem of a single red rose. as he handed it to the most beautiful woman in the world, the silk ribbon slipped apart and the ring fell to the floor with a small “ping”. she smiled, retrieved it, and placed it carefully on her slender finger where it belonged.

» Posted By BattleCry On 07.05.2011 @ 5:50 pm


the drugs only assisted my subconscious announce what i already knew. now my issues are out in the open, forcing me to pay attention without distraction.

» Posted By BattleCry On 07.04.2011 @ 10:49 pm


paper cranes, 1,000 of them, tied in a rainbow bundle by the side of my hospital bed. everyone hopes i get better. i guess i’m the only one who knows i won’t. but i appreciate the craftsmanship of each bird, folded carefully just for me.

» Posted By BattleCry On 07.03.2011 @ 5:13 pm

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