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JobIt howled like a child born with no skin. It howled, long and full of rage, underscored with the sorrowJob
that only those who have lost understand. It lifted its broken limbs, wet with blood and sweat
and points towards the blue sky. He curses the god who sentences him to such pain, that he knows within his soul, he never earned. He demands that god shows himself but he gets no reply. So he howls. Driven mad by a life less lived, robbed of what he felt was his; the opportunity to fail and earn his punishment rather than be used to prove a poi
by ~Ensley-Lumumba
TransferenceThe weight of unfulfilled dreams presses even the proudest down. Perfection is unattainable but still we try to attain what we know in the darkest, most honest recesses of our soul is improbable. Without the solace of failure as even a remote possibility, we are desperate men crowded into casinos with everything riding on number 31 on the roulette wheel; muttering silent prayers to god. The American dream doesn't allow for failures. The children are corrupted from an early age with lessons from parents who seek absolution because they are not what was intended. They stand accused of mediocrTransference
by ~Ensley-Lumumba
The Last KissThe din of 90's music filled my ears. The condensation was cold against my hand and made the pint of shiner bock slippery as I lifted it to my lips and imbibed the bitter brown liquid. I lit my pipe and took a drag of the vanilla hazel nut smoke into my lungs. Amid slightly drunken conversations and bursts of laughter, I caught sight of a couple sitting alone. The dim light hid their faces but you could still see their eyes. I saw the man staring at her as she spoke, never blinking, hanging on every word. I saw her confessing every thing She ever had in her heart to this man. What IThe Last Kiss
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