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  • The Stars Don’t Care

    The Stars Don’t Care

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    Joe Van
    in

    The stars don’t care if you curse at the sky,Or laugh till you choke, or break down and cry.They’ll burn all the same, cold fire in the black,Never once judging, never looking back. The trees don’t mind if you tell them your sins,They’ve heard it before from the wolves and the wind.They’ll whisper their secrets,…

  • Promises

    Promises

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    Joe Van
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    Careful consideration cracked light Sweet smile soft hands Mindful gaze memorized lines These promises come free. Daily love dreaming high Happiness so often felt you forgot what it is to sigh There came a time to answer now is the rest of your life

  • Organic

    Organic

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    Joe Van
    in

    Arranged soliloquies offered up deranged estranged pedantic pleas, So please don’t beam across the scene like I’m some means to mean what it gleans. I don’t know how to flow, Like two stones without a home. Crack my back for harder prose. I’ll get back to your stack of bones, But until then strap those…

  • Waters

    Waters

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    Joe Van
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    The open waters pull you in to a land yet known in space and time. It yearns, the land. The pull we feel comes from eons of yearning. All it wants is to be found by you. Just you and only you. We all feel it but ne’er seek it. The question is not who,…

  • Cessation

    Cessation

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    Joe Van
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    Hostilities come and go, competitions rein for a time. People fall in love, a criminal causes crime. Children grow up, and mothers grow old. The air ever blows, yet our lives eventually unfold. Cessation.

  • Factions

    Factions

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    Joe Van
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    Friends and functions make us proud. Work can lull but the nights are loud. We band together for hype and ooh rah’s. Then factions break by un-greased hoopla. Piece it back, we do it together. Make others wonder if they can have forever. What we are is special, under one’s boots and teeth. Be the…

  • Careless

    Careless

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    by

    Joe Van
    in

    Streaks of something yesteryear born still may sit unattended on one’s cheek. Made were things to use yet now no light casts down for dust’s sake. We pass the garbage in search for new only to leave a slimy trail of destruction. Making hair twisting screams curdled by the few who care. Where do we…

  • Open

    Open

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    Joe Van
    in

    She opens me up like the warmth of spring to a tulip. It had taken a long time to start crying again; since almost dying in the snow. I melt. It feels so good when it happens, and we make love. We sweat and squeeze. Taste each other. Feel the other’s curves with our hands…

  • Being In It

    Being In It

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    Joe Van
    in

    Certainty is an issue with some people. They say that the more you know, the less certain you become about things. Once your perspective broadens from information; academically or otherwise, on whatever subject, the more open-minded you might become. Certainty is something innate. You are either into something, or you’re not. And there are many…

  • Up

    Up

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    Joe Van
    in

    I race this high, and I don’t know why. It feels good, anonymity of a hood. My loved ones shan’t know, like discovery of a cove. Darkness shrouds it, as the feeling clouds it. Peace will not hide, what the high surly finds. It must have an end, to this high I defend. One day…

  • A Slice of Deviance

    A Slice of Deviance

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    Joe Van
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    Here is an excerpt from my first novel: Deviance. You can find a link to its Amazon page ‘Here’. * V took a seat. She looked a little bewildered. “You feeling anything?” asked Nathan. “I don’t know… maybe? I think I feel something.” He took a seat next to her. “It’ll probably take a while…

  • Soothing Edges

    Soothing Edges

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    Joe Van
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    When did the sun leave me? The dark is so sudden. It shocks by contrast of a stark blue glow. The glow clicks and rattles quietly so as not to disturb those sleeping. Global communities soothe away the edges. It feels nice to hurt a little, be it a sting behind the eyes or a…