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Playground by Daniel K.

The playground, Rides are clean and sturdy, The slides are fun and thrilling. Swing sets that flies cheerfully, Seesaw bounces fearfully. Monkey bars are stable. Everything here is beautiful. But my playground, My playground is… My playground has rides that are, Old, unstable and rusty, Trees dead and ugly, Haunted by dead souls. Monkey bars […]

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Crushed by Daniel K

I’m crushed, Crushed so hard, I can’t have any crush. I’m crushed like a piece of gum, I’m stamped like a piece of gum, I’m chewed like a piece of gum, Although I’m torn like a piece of gum, I’m tough like a piece of gum. I’m crushed in a wine press, I’m stamped in […]

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Ctrl + H by Daniel K.

Ctrl + H I’ve been writing this since I’ve moved to Tokyo, Japan, Said hello to my peers in Himamori Nursery School, Since I’ve watched the animation of Magic School bus, Before I knew how to say Konnichiwa, Said hello to my friend Chihuahua, Since I’ve went to Disney Land, Since I’ve left Japan. I’ve […]

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Sadako By Daniel K

  Physically getting weaker, Heart and soul becomes wearier. Everyday my hopes are dashing, Solemnly hopes for healing, Glimmer of hope blown away, Just like my country, Japan, Blown from the Nitrogen Bomb. Fear lurking behind me, A shadow behind the apple tree. Cold lump of fear in my stomach, So stone cold it makes […]

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Meth by Daniel K

“Is this a dream…?” I asked my self, stretching out the soft, white blanket that were covering up my whole body. “Where am I? A hospital?” I said, guaranteeing myself that the place was a hospital by observing the appearance of the room. An entirely white edifice with a million rooms filled with beds and […]

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It is Time to Sleep by Daniel K

The bloody, raw flesh, Commences to change its phase turning into White, juicy, and scrumptious meat. The animal wiggles for dear life. The desperation to save itself and future generations, Forms into spastic strength. A One Last Almighty Buck But fails to escape.   On the sizzling gridiron, it senses the white-hot tongues of flame, […]

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