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Who am I? When I cry, the world Watches The world Judges When I smile, the world Sneers The world Mocks Who am I? I am a product of their condemnations They look at me with those eyes, and they see only my flaws My soul lays naked before them and they clothe it as they see fit, as they want me to be Who am I? I am a template for them to recreate themselves I look down at my hands, and they are not mine I look into the mirror, and I see a stranger These ar
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Just some personal musings and ramblings. I'm really not a poet, but I do enjoy writing poetry at times. Enjoy!
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The Seduction of Nostalgia Afterword The sea, the sea. The sea was beautiful that particular Cape Cod afternoon. The sun shone brightly overhead, the air was crisp and cool, but the sea was incongruously dark. It seemed melancholy, as it did when grey clouds covered the Cape. It was as though the sea was rejecting nature’s jubilant aura of light. The air, stirring with a vicious wind, had sided with the sea. The sun illuminated the surface of the water and refracted through the spra
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A tragic study of what happens when a person is consumed by past love; of what happens when the seduction of self-destructive nostalgia takes over.
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The grey sky hung low over the city, enveloping its inhabitants in a cloak of thick, rolling fog. Tristan Lacroix glided through the mist, seemingly oblivious to the droplets of water that clung to his skin and clothes. He moved quickly through the evening, not seeing the throngs of people milling about him, ignoring their angry outbursts as he bumped into them. To those who took notice of him, he stood out from the rest; he wasn’t hurrying toward anything, he appeared to be running away from so
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Sometimes a stranger impacts us more than we could ever imagine.
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The Unbearable Heaviness of Being
Menzoberranzen posted new chapter in The Unbearable Heaviness of Being
I woke up in a cold sweat, panting raggedly. I looked over at the figure next to me—at his perfect face, his cute button nose, his sleeping eyelids that hid piercing turquoise eyes, his soft lips that whispered gentle words to me wherever I was. Shaking, I quietly pushed the duvet off of me and padded down the hall to the bathroom. When the sun shone through the Venetian blinds – the light playing off the steam from the shower – and the air smelt of him and all his European perfumes, I loved tha -
2007 Anthology Poem
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Silence echoes through the house Cold, hollow and mocking; it deafens me I look around – and I see the end The end of an era that I cannot escape This was my childhood home And those walls just claw me back Good memories pale beside the bad It is time to say my final goodbye…I hope I hammer the ‘For-Sale’ sign into the ground, And stroll down that country lane I see the curtains twitch, and the neighbors pause My clothes – flamboyant and designer – draw their gaze I flau
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2007 Anthology
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That love is the greatest joy one can know is perhaps the oldest lie in existence. It is held sacred by those who know nothing greater than their dull, dreary lives. I have spent over sixty years on this earth and yet, for all but a few months, it was a living death. I had a wife whom I loved as most people love their spouses: candlelit dinners, romantic weekends in Paris, and eventually a family. For fifteen years I deluded myself into thinking that the love – and it was love – we shared gave m
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2008 Spring Anthology
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The Burden We Bear By Menzo A cold desert wind swept through the canyon. The sound of a rock falling echoed in the shadows. The rock bounced twice on the smooth boulders before it struck the pristine surface of a small spring-fed pool. Sean watched as it sent ripples across the pond, distorting the reflection of the canyon walls. He watched, not blinking, until the rock had disappeared into the black pool and the water had leveled out into a sheet of glass once more. The light w
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You only love once.
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On n'aime qu'une fois I froze. For a moment – for one ephemeral moment – time and space ceased to exist. And when they returned, they came crashing down around me. I was petrified. I could not move, or think, or flee as I so desperately wanted – or perhaps needed – to do. It wasn’t fear; it was something much more urgent than that most base, instinctual of emotions but there are no words that I can think of to describe the feeling. It was overwhelming, and it drained the life f
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When I could stop, I didn't want to. When I wanted to stop, I couldn't.
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The Damage Done By Menzoberranzen Warning: This story contains details of explicit drug use. Gay Authors does not condone the use of illicit drugs and recommends that users of such drugs seek expert assistance to help them quit. My name is Lachlan Grey, and I am 25 years old. In my 25 years, I have seen and done things most people never will – that most people simply cannot imagine. I have transcended the bounds of normal human awareness; I have witnessed the depths of d
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Heavier than a Mountain By Menzoberranzen Cars honked at me as I drove slowly through the streets, but I did not speed up. I knew where I was going, but I could barely stomach the thought of it. I saw the street I needed, and almost drove past it. But I knew that no matter how hard it was for me, it was harder for him, so I made myself make the turn. I pulled into the hospital and parked my car. With leaden limbs, I slowly stepped out of the car and turned the key in the lock. I wa
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Death is lighter than a feather.
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I started posting on Nifty before I followed Dom Luka's 'The Log Way' to GA. The stuff I write now really isn't suited for an erotic fiction website like Nifty, but if I were to write a serial story or one with more eroticism, then yes, I'd probably post it on Nifty too. Posting a story there gives you a much wider audience, and if reader feedback is important to you, then Nifty can be a great place to post stuff. Like Vic says, crap is in the eye of the beholder. I personally don't find it worth it to sift through Nifty to find the gems, but they are out there and if you post your stuff there, you would be in good company. Menzo
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How to Save a Life - The Fray Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And would I have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life This song always makes me think of someone I lost. You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol 10,000 Miles - Mary Chapin Carpenter Menzo
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An English Teen, Circumcised in the USA...Nifty changes title.
Menzoberranzen replied to Riley Jericho's topic in The Lounge
The bottom line is that you, not the Nifty overlord, are the author of this work. And therefore you should use whatever title you goddamn well want. Menzo -
Gay men meet up through Grindr app for iPhone
Menzoberranzen replied to NaperVic's topic in The Lounge
Um...wow. Alex Cohen is on a date - sort of. He's having Thai food in the Castro with his new friend Sean, whom he met through his iPhone, all the while texting nine other guys whom he might hook up with later. Not that Sean is offended. Between bites of fried calamari, he's texting a handful of other men who might become his Mr. Right for the night. What does this say about gay men? Just when I thought I couldn't have any less faith in people I read something like this... Menzo (who's thoroughly depressed by this) -
'Interlude' by Luc is out of this world. In fact, most of Luc's stuff is pretty awesome.
