I’ve already forgotten what it’s like to everHave something more than just this painI’m ready to be forgottenAnd to know that I don’t have to remainIn this, all of this, all of it, all that I canNo longer know how to endureI don’t grow stronger. I just look in me for a cureTo this sickness, this sentence, this emblemOf everything so impure I’m everything impure and I’m all that you ignoreI’ve already forgotten what it’s like to everHave something more than just this pain.I’m ready to be forgottenAnd to know that I don’t have to remainIn this, all of this, all of it, all that I canNo longer know how to endure.I don’t grow stronger. I just look in me for a cureTo this sickness, this sentence, this emblemOf everything so impure. I’m everything impure, and I’m all that you ignore.

Love, love, loveI don't believe itIf you ask me againI could leave itIt's a lieThat someone once startedTo tell the innocentAnd the brokenheartedSo why even tryA four letter wordSo venomous, a curseOf all untruths, the worstOh why, oh whyIt is Senior Sergeant Gordon 'Laney' Lane's last day at work before retirement. He has had a full life of watching changes occur with not only the police department, but in his life; not all of which are good. He is walking the beat he used to walk, back in the day when cops used to 'walk the beat,' in the rain, remembering his life to that point.'Laney' has an appointment. An appointment which, to him, will right a wrong; a serious wrong. He will avenge a life lost too young, that must be done, on this his last day.

You've lied to meAnd tried to steal my soulI can't try to beAnythingWhen I can't beHalf a manOr let aloneCome closeTo being wholeYou got me contemplatingMy whole lifeAnd constantly hatingAll that I mightOnce have learned to loveI'm so tired of waitingTo be somethingYou could be proud ofWhat is Micropoetry?Simply put, micropoetry is a genre of poetic verse characterized by its brevity. The poems contained within this book were written using prompts supplied by several Twitter users. The challenging task of micropoetry is not just writing a poem of less than 140 characters (the limits of a single Tweet on Twitter), but using a prompt to write a poem that stands alone and tells a complete story in such a small space.As a writer, including such detail in a short space yet telling a story is great practice that spills over into prose. Sentences and paragraphs develop richer detail, becoming something much more appealing and read-worthy.The micropoems in this book are presented to entertain and transport the reader, however briefly, beyond everyday reality. From love and faith, mortality and grace, vampire to werewolf, and zombies in between, within this mountain of stones, the reader is sure to find more than a few nuggets of gold.

I I could have liedAnd said that I'm alrightWhen you asked me how I wasEven though I triedI never could denyThat I never had enoughThis anthology of poetry contain the work of eight young Korean poets, majoring in English Literature. The poems are reflections of young Koreans living in an increasingly globalized Korea and provide interesting insight into the universal concerns of today's youth, not matter their physical location. The poems display rich, occasionally funny, often beautiful, and sometimes very touching images. Motifs of longing and uncertainty are contrasted with emotions of determination, gratitude, and love for family and friends. The poets all have unique voices and address desperate topics from love to socio-economic concerns. While the poems are easily accessible to the average reader, they display poetic depth that invites multiple re-readings.

You ain't everGonna break my heart.You already took my pride.You lied to meFrom the startAnd stole everythingI had inside.I just wanna die."I’ve never been afraid of the night, but now I am. I’m drinking cup after cup of strong coffee, I wander around the house restlessly, I turn on the TV full blast and the only thought in my head is to stay awake.Don’t fall asleep, stay awake, no, you mustn’t, don’t fall asleep, sleeeep…It’s impossible to win this battle. Sooner or later I give in and my consciosness dissolves. And then I have a dream — it’s always the same dream..."

The greatest love I have ever known, with or without me, love's brightest ray ever shoneWe may be togetherNever againBut I will love youEvermoreLayton has bullies but what hurts him the most is that his best friend, Rick, betrayed him. Together, Rick and his bullies take pleasure in tormenting him daily. At a birthday party, when he's humiliated by them, he decides to get back at them for good. Finding inspiration in the old vampire movies, he frightens them out of their wits. "A cute and entertaining story. Simple enough for young ones to understand, and get a few laughs," Channing at Trees for Children, 501C. Genre: Middle Grade Age recommendation: 5 to 14 years

You meant more to meThan the ones before.Tell me why.You were no better than them,But I loved you more.Tell me why.I die day by day.Tell me why.I don’t mindThat you’re now away.Tell me why.I almost want to love to hateThat you’ve been gone for forever,And an eternity longer, I will have to wait.Tell me why.The interstellar war is in it's early years. Outmatched, two space fighters desperately try to defend the colony world from a Qwelleron destroyer. Unknown to all, they are being watched by a third party. This is a sample story from the book, "The Puppy of Doom and Other Stories".

It all falls downHeaven ain't just in the skyYour pot of goldMight not beWhere you were toldIt might be in my eyes"Spiders, by David Martin, is infused with paranoia bought about by the combined effects of job losses, bomb scares and hangovers.The trace of horror gradually becomes something more palpable, as Martin satirises the violent ecosystem of business cost-cutting and downsizing, making for an effectively grim and darkly comic story." The Workshy Fop blog (workshyfop.blogspot.co.uk)."Relic is artistically drawn. Quite superb." - www.abctales.co.ukShort, sharp shocks and fragments from the darker corners of 21st century life. From the lingering legacy of the Cold War, to the surreal aftermath of the financial crash, to the ghosts of unlived lives. David Martin's debut short fiction collection draws together stories previously published by the London Magazine and Unthank Books, among others, together with exclusive new work.

I know. I know. I know.You just had to goI'm not glad you wentBut with all those crazy nightsI'm so glad you cameWhen you wake upIn the dead of nightFeeling so empty And full of frightRemember who still loved youAnd if you hadHe just mightIf you've ever wondered what made Gruff gruff, read his tragic tale of lust and betrayal here.Origins: Gruff explored the origins of one of the most beloved characters introduced in Equivocal Destines, book 1 of the Upheaving Nidola epic fantasy series.

The numbing of the nothing that you’ve becomeIs something for someone, but only for youIf you can’t try trusting,Then you’re of no useBecause they have to fill you with their filthAnd fit you with their noose.best described for all true lovers it teach you on how to kiss your special someone.

You’re still staring through that glass,Painting me afraid,Wasting me awayI don’t know where you are,But to me, you’re in there somewhere,In that frame,Lurking, longing, not belonging, all the same,Wanting to reappear, hoping to have me hereBefore she met Sean, all Gwen had to worry about was climbing the corporate ladder. Now she’s got to contend with breakups, crazy exes, a painful secret and a man dressed as a hotdog.If only Sean weren’t so good looking and kind. If only her heart would stick to the plans she’d made with so much care. If only the night sky weren’t so beautiful when you view it lying next to someone you love.

I wishYou weren’t the oneTo hurt meYou always knew Just what not to sayYou really liked to lure meInto a false sense of hopeAnd for fun, turn right aroundAnd just take it all awayThe church choirs of St. Cyril's and St. Cyprian's are run by former friends, now bitter rivals since their school days. Forced by a threatened clash of performance dates to co-ordinate arrangements, they are induced to co-operate more closely by an offer of sponsorship from a local business. Their first joint engagement at the home of an émigré Russian oligarch gains not entirely unwelcome publicity from the murder of their host during the evening. A later joint performance, with an orchestra supported by their own sponsor's American counterpart, leads to a discovery ending the quarrel between the two choir leaders.

With my back against the wall, I bleed.The last of all I could ever needHas gone away.Empty of all illusion,As to what to say,I fill the void.All I ask is not to fall, but I seeThat the past has come to call and feed.I pray,Upon shattered knees; I’d rather beAnything but this emptyingSelf-delusion that I’m includedIn what’s become better than living bitterly.From the files of the High Council as recorded by Recorder otherwise known as Tamyara Palina. This file is a recorded by Recorder's file of the High Council's servants in service of the group on planet Earth otherwise know as Terrania. Recorder is ordered to type what she hears and sees around her including via talk of the group as ordered something the High Council emphasized to her. File details Triton, Mindbender and medical doctor Rana's service of the High Council.