Author: David W. Jones
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Overcast
My mind is processing the world in a very surreal kind of way. Annoyed by the light dusting of precipitation; the expectation something more profound. It could be the smell of forgotten rain, the lingering humidity, and the sight of dirt washed roads. Maybe it is that overcast feeling, an unpleasant reminder of the disappointments brought…
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Holiday Spirits
June 2009, a man and woman bumped into each other by happenstance; their roads intersecting at the point of an unexpected void. The relationship started as nothing more than cordial conversations, similarities, and sentiments that left an absence unrecognized. December 2009, two days before Christmas, they spent the evening together, hoping to take a break…
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Review: Batman #44
I read Batman issue number forty-four, written by Scott Snyder and pencilled by Brian Azzarello. The story takes place post “Zero Year”. Batman is investigating the murder of a teenage boy named Peter Duggio. The rise of super villains is putting Gotham crime at its peak. His leads take him to Oswald Cobblepot and uncovers the…
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Tu Me Manques
My nights were endless; the beating of rain reminding me of all that I lost. My hope exchanged for contentment; I surrendered beneath the weight of unhappiness, my soul suffered behind a smile. I met you from a distance; I found you interesting, the fool within me willing to ignore this gem. You were tender…
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Misplaced
Tonight, he arrives hoping to find Her waiting; the rooms are empty, The windows covered. For so long, he left the lights on Believing she would return to take up Residence in this place now abandoned. Every night he recalled those moments; The eve of a new season bringing silence. Feelings of solace lost in…
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My Fifteen Minutes of Flame
This story took place in May 2009. After a late evening out with the family, I got famished. We decided to stop by a local KFC / Pizza Hut. Things started off fine as I ordered the grilled chicken – all dark meat and my wife ordered mini pizzas for her and the kids. Now…
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Fresh Sand
Salt air Clearing away obscurity Revealing a lost love Waiting on jagged stones Dulled by her patience Her endless adoration Flowing like ocean waves Crashing against my soul Wanting winds draw me towards her Closing the gap created by time Fresh sand Beneath our feet Erase our broken footprints From long ago Our spirits intertwine…
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Sanctuary
Nightmares confuse my days! My body aches from the constant push of collecting demands. Yeah, some heavy shit needs to fall off my shoulders; the weight of monkeys hanging on my kindness. That feeling of suffocation, crowded by the overpopulation of intrusive minds. I offer a sacrifice for a momentary reprieve; realizing I must shake the…
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Comics Explained – 2015 Fantastic Four Review
On August 7, 2015, Fox Studios released the Fantastic Four (reboot) film. As we all know, it was met with probably the harshest criticism and lowest rating for any film of its genre. There is a YouTube channel called “Comics Explained” that is hosted by Rob Jefferson. The channel provides awesome explanations about Marvel and…
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Graffiti Walls
Dark lines design The charcoal sky Sleep abandoned Seeking a reprieve Tomorrow granting favor Despite apprehension Its promise of the sun A distant fairy tale Choices decided Today covering motives Deceitful confusion Its portrayal of the season A destined futility Consequences endured Yesterday seeking closure Desiring repentance Its penance for the sins A denied forgiveness Fallen…
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Review: Lemonade
On July 8, 2015, I took my family to Southern California for a brief summer vacation. Just because we were unable to attend the San Diego Comic Con (SDCC), there was no reason we could not have a great time without the “cosplay” and “fan-demonium”. Our first stop was Lemonade on Ventura Blvd in Studio…
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Taken Away By The Storm
I watched her sleep, captivated by her beauty. She looked like an angel in the early morning light, my angel, and my sunshine. Her big brown eyes opened as my gaze caught hers and we smiled. We had been through so much together and it seemed that the worst was behind us. We decided to…
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The Hot and Steamy
Alarm clock… I wake up to see her staring at me; her brown eyes glow as they reflect the sunlight. She gives me a soft kiss, “Good morning, baby.” I recognize that look; she wants to give it to me, she wants to provide me with the ‘hot and steamy.’ It is as if she…
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My Delight
My thoughts, planted within our future; this vision of fulfillment taking away the pain of absence. Your silhouette wrapped in the sheets of a warm goodnight; the hope of tomorrow resting upon my chest. My imaginations once sustained me; paling in comparison to your soul next to mine. As you sleep, I am listening to…
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Dean Ambrose & Roman Reigns
Two of the most polarizing people in World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE), Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns were introduced to fans as members of the infamous “Shield”. Since the betrayal of Seth Rollins, they have become a strong individual talent that the fans love (Dean) and hate (Roman). Recently, they have been reunited to take on…
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Nothing
A dreary Monday; the weather has mixed emotions. I find myself staring at nothing; lost in contemplation once again. My reflection on the window glass pondering at the questions, have you ever believed in someone or something because you had to believe it? Do you hide the doubts about your beliefs because it goes…
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Euphoria
Evening shower drizzled Delight along her flesh, warm Moments rinsing away Specs of past resentments. Soft emotions wiping away Reflective steam; steps of Bare feet trekking fresh imprints On her old wooden floor. She wondered what he was doing; Considerations of the heart Placed in a joyous haze.
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Review: DeadPool vs. Thanos
Deadpool vs. Thanos, issue number one, created by Tim Seeley and Elmo Bondoc, is the first part of a story about rivals and their love for Mistress Death. It opens with Deadpool introducing himself along with Thanos, to the readers, let us know that they go way back and it is due to the love they…
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The Door
Summer is slipping toward reminiscence. Moments no longer held tightly. The days are nothing but mist upon the glass. The sunlight no longer burns brightly. Listening to the tides; the mounting anguish along the shore. Limitations brought about frustrations; silently waiting for the knock upon the door.
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Departure
The beginning and the end; an old tree fell in the midst of the forest, exposing the cracks of time. The epoch of wisdom within the rings; the wars, the winters, and the weeping. There is no sun nor rain just a eulogy spoken within the darkness; the hope among the seasons quickly passed away.
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