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• Regret is a Storm Word
  by mstrace

  heavy-lidded and craving another and another and another / wild orbital swing, at the center of you.

  Installment #1 of 3 in my Storm series Again, all the odds inside me at war over each other. The ever-strengthening need to just get laid…with the need to wake up next to someone who gives a shit. There is a harvest moon tonight. The moon will lay big and full and orange in the night sky. Wolves come out on nights like this, I’m told. Given how I’m feeling of late, I think its best I lock my doors and chain myself to a heavy piece of furniture.

• RADIOGRAPHY
  by Ushna Sardar

  It’s like a furnace! / I burnt my eyes / burnt my body / and soul too / I burnt all / burnt my values / burnt past on the stake / ...

• *THE OLD WOMAN*
  by Dayonda

  Yes, I’m an old woman, with scars and lines. / I’ve been hit and abused too many times. Yes, I’m an old woman, I never could win. / So I…

  Look at the picture, it’s worth a thousand poor words by russel lee klika / His photo will move you as you might never have been moved before. / Go see it. the woman in the picture inspires us to keep going no mattere what we face.

• Ante Tacet
  by mstrace

  I watch as your breath escapes into the air / the sky a pirating succubus drawing it upward

  Ante Tacet Latin for: Before Silence This piece is dedicated to DarkHotel2 and his photograph titled Not Drowning pictured above. The first time I saw it, it brought out the lascivious muse in me and for that, I am forever grateful to him. I wrote this many days back but finally decided to post it today after some tweaking. Given some recent rejection it no doubt altered the sway of the piece a bit. I hope by uploading it today and dedicating it as it rightly belongs, squarely at the feet of the artist who inspired it – perhaps the cosmos would give me a break some day in the not so distant future…and plant at my doorstep a real-life muse. One I can touch and be touched by in return.

• War Between The Worlds
  by Lisa Weber

  The noise, the deafening noise. / A battle rages to my north. / Armies of ships fall to my side, / weighing on my heart for those inside.

• A New Artist to Red Bubble I Want to Introduce to you all
  by coppertrees

  Ben is a Sculpture and a artist of unique abilities

  His Art is known all over in Central Oregon as well as international.

• Metalic Haze
  by Janine Peterson

  Close your eyes and focus deep, / do you remember who we were?

• Gold Fever
  by robert murray

  They came from far away to search across our land / Those tough old miners from across the sea / They found the yellow metal where none had…

  This is about the first prospectors to travel the outback of Australia

• Lacuna Coil
  by jaycee

  Here is another Finnish band I love…. Lacuna Coil… they remind me somewhat of Evanescence.. there is two of their songs…. (Oh an…

  Finnish band Lacuna Coil

• Metalic printing paper
  by Taschja Hattingh

  Red pops, yellow glows, green looks lush, blue looks…..well you get the picture! ...

• I fancy
  by ashroc

  My boyfriend, the death metal drummer

• Tick
  by Simon Rudd

  Tick, tock, tick, / My watch chimes on and on, / Each passing seconds of my life measured, / Life slipping away noted by the eternal rhythm.

• Metallic Angels
  by Idoru

  Now! Now! Slipping and sliding at a 140 ks Black ice and northern lights Fast and blinding Shit this is insane Forward i’…

  Imagine speeding on icy roads in the winter darkness of Finland whilst listening to Nightwish

• Metal Moment
  by David S

  Gliding on a jet stream / inside a metal moment Day is transitioning / night is on hold / everyone is restless, trapped, / dancing in desp…

• Inside Sarawak Museum - Metal Work
  by nadia294

  Metal work has been known to this part of Borneo since hundreds of years ago until the recent years. Contacts with China, India and some …

  These metal works used in ages ago found in places in Sarawak. Some of it are made by our metal workers and some from other places.

• The Iron Lungs
  by wythe

  At that moment, the old men in iron lungs were playing bridge. The man with the wooden spleen won.

  At that moment, the old men in iron lungs were playing bridge. The man with the wooden spleen won.