i would, i would, i would by XxFlameFrost101xX, literature
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i would, i would, i would
A sun-spackled frost-tipped ghost of a boy
Powder soft and sorrow veined in a
fresh-fluffed field where I will fight to find him
Star filled with light but looks so lost and lonely - -
the world can't take its soul splitting spellbinding shatter
(I am the darkness, and I will cover and swallow it whole,
insatiable, blackbitten, angry)
If I could be his lamplight I would, I would, I would,
(No) I can't keep the cold out I just watch in wonder
as he burns
Verses Undone: A Free Poetry Book For Everyone by KeepYourGoodHeart, journal
Verses Undone: A Free Poetry Book For Everyone
Hello everyone! You can still enter my giveaway for a free paperback copy of my recently published book Innermost but if you don't qualify or the giveaway is over by the time you come across this post, I have some good news for you!
Take a roller coaster ride inside of the human heart with this short collection of 15 poems dealing with everything from love and romance to death to anger to friendship and beyond. Written in both free verse and fixed verse format, these poems will not only touch your emotions but they will also motivate you think deeper.
You can also download this material and much more from my website www.jamilamikhail.com as
Free Poetry Book Giveaway! by KeepYourGoodHeart, journal
Free Poetry Book Giveaway!
Hello readers! Today I'm finally happy to announce something that I've been wanting to do for a long time: a book giveaway for Innermost! The original plan had been to do a giveaway on Goodreads but since they now charge for it I do not have a big enough budget to go through with that anymore.
So, I've come up with another solution! Ten Kindle copies of Innermost are available through Amazon.com Giveaways (click the link to access the page) but they are available to readers in the United States only. This contest ends on March 17th, 2018 so make sure you send in your entries as soon as possible! I apologize to international readers, but th
Lost Thoughts - Volume Two: Perfect Pussy by KeepYourGoodHeart, literature
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Lost Thoughts - Volume Two: Perfect Pussy
My life had become characteristically lonely, devoid of any real stimulation outside of my usual introverted hours of studying the various topics that I was passionate about. I was a highly educated man who spent hours and hours on end head buried in books, and that was socially numbing. That was probably the reason I did it though. Society was a burden to me. I, however, had never been a burden to society. Eventually though, the loneliness had taken its toll on me and finally decided that my social life needed birthing. The internet seemed to be the place for invigorating my banal days with constant entertainment, new excitements and possibl
Love Your Neighbour by KeepYourGoodHeart, literature
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Love Your Neighbour
Anger was something Anna had struggled with all of her life, even after “successfully” completing anger management classes twice. She knew that the best way to hatch despair was to brood over her troubles and it worked every single time. Anna’s anger was often misguided at people who didn’t have anything to do with the problem. That was especially true when it came to the pesky neighbours who lived in her apartment building.
Everybody knew that she didn’t take well to strangers, and when she first moved across the railroad tracks into a rather fancy neighbourhood compared to the kind of environment she’d a
The Distant Factory Free eBook Download by KeepYourGoodHeart, journal
The Distant Factory Free eBook Download
Hello everyone! Yesterday I brought you the good news that I've accomplished my lifelong dream of becoming a published author and today I'm bringing you a free ebook that I wrote called The Distant Factory. You can download it from my website www.jamilamikhail.com as a PDF or read it right here by clicking on the different chapters of the story. Alternatively, you can also read it from my Wattpad and WordPress pages.
Three years after the murder of her brother by a corrupt politician, Anastasia Sims is hellbent on revenge no matter what the costs. She sets out on a rash of petty crimes by herself until she is recruited by a group of black ma
The Distant Factory - Chapter Twenty One by KeepYourGoodHeart, literature
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The Distant Factory - Chapter Twenty One
This afternoon there are new developments in the recent discovery of some gruesome crimes in recent weeks. Police have now released the names and pictures of four persons of interest. None of them are considered suspects just yet, but the police would like to question the following individuals regarding other crimes that may be linked to the murder of Washington Heights city councillor Dwayne Jackson and the now 52 identified teenage girls found in a mass grave last month. The first person of interest is a man known to police named Damian Welker, here is his mugshot onscreen right now, he is currently wanted for weapons trafficking and extort
The Distant Factory - Chapter Twenty by KeepYourGoodHeart, literature
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The Distant Factory - Chapter Twenty
Byron took me by the hand and the two of us checked out of the hotel room. Down in the streets below life went on as usual. People walked passed us with big smiles on their faces and went about their business without a worry in the world. The same couldn’t be said for Byron and I. He was about to walk into his father’s congregation after five years of seemingly having evaporated off the face of the earth. I was about to blow my cover and go to prison for the rest of my days. I took a deep breath and followed Byron’s lead.
“I haven’t been here in an eternity,” he spoke as he racked his brain, “I might
The Distant Factory - Chapter Nineteen by KeepYourGoodHeart, literature
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The Distant Factory - Chapter Nineteen
I took the first bus out of Dobbs Ferry at five in the morning. I looked like hell and I felt like the devil himself. The search for pleasure was overrated. There was absolutely nothing to be gained from life. Everything was utterly meaningless. I took public transit all the way down to Trent Woods, another small community near Queens. There was an old French man named Gerard Lacroix who had ties to one of the girls in the gang and who had a couple of properties in other states. I was going to give him my ten thousand dollars and ask him to let me live in one of them just for a little while until I figured out what I wanted to do next. My lif
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