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Richard S. Chiochios

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A poem to Radz' song 'winter' by rchiochios7, literature

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A poem to Radz' song 'winter'

Hidden I dreamed a dream, where winter fell, and the snow hanged low on the trees. And hiding beneath cover of thick skies and wilting day-light were the eyes watching me. I stepped through packed snow, encroaching on me, bringing chills on my skin. This world has not seen our day. It has not heard but what the animals have done. I am a lonely intruder marching through knee-high slumber, under great priviledge and veiled fortune.

Gone by rchiochios7, literature

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Gone

Gone I have this dream, where I am doing something, and Suddenly I realize that I am Sad because I haven't seen or Heard from you in such A long time. I fear that you Have forgotten me, and so I call Kyle to make sure he Has heard from you. And he Has, but not much. I can't Seem to get to a phone fast enough And I never can get you to answer. You are living a new life With a new and better life New and better, while I am forgotten, and lost, and alone. Richard S. Chiochios 2/16/10

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Henry by rchiochios7, literature

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Henry

Henry Each of us has our own way to steal time and bend it in any which direction we need it to go, on days when girls walk barefoot, side-walking, and smiling. Henry trapped that time in a little bottle he found one day under the bleachers at some home game he didn't really want to be at. Next to the garbage of people feeding their hungers above, he received this bottle, like a gift from some distant magic. Certainly, this was some hope. Henry took his treasure and peeked back out among the rest of his school mates. Adjusting his glasses, he did something that resembled a walk over to the garbage can, and u

Parenthesis by rchiochios7, literature

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Parenthesis

Parenthesis “Waiting cursor feels no pain While I strain for words to Explain the loss and tears My old friend.” “What did I do? Don’t you See? Have you tried to understand That you let go, of me? I reached Out and held on tightly to Anyone who would hold on.” “I do not regret my bet. I Just wish I hadn’t bet So much, nor led you To think that my choices were Built on only one level.” “You are mad at me for my happiness?” “I hate this outcome…” “I am sorry.” “Yeah, that’s enough for me…I (…), Bye Jess.” Richard S. Chio

Do You Want to Come with Me by rchiochios7, literature

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Do You Want to Come with Me

Do You Want to Come with Me? One big table and maybe ten friends, all Laughing and sharing old thoughts. The noise of A restaurant full of people crowds our shy voices Until they become just another in the world. So Loud and playful we all become, unashamed of Our happiness. Champaign surrounds the empty plates And opens our eyes a little more. It becomes warm. Not too warm! But Breezy warm—like sun-porch and Ice tea on a perfect summer’s day warm. There are Moments of stillness, where each moment slows, and The hypnotizing ceiling fan is naked. Waitresses and Waiters are just flies. Other guests are like

I Still Dream of You by rchiochios7, literature

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I Still Dream of You

I Still Dream of You It’s not a lacking of breath, Or a simple emptiness inside, There’s no easy explanation to the Places I go. I could look at your face a million hours For a billion days, and never would his face even Catch a glimpse of my attention. I know He is there, but you are bigger than that in My world. I have no jealousy against him. I have no emotion at all. Every bit of me that I have left, What I can say I still own, as only my own, is built up Here inside just for you. Had I said I love you, you probably would have been Afraid. But when you come to me at night, I beg you not to look at me with

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Heather by rchiochios7, literature

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Heather

Heather The hair—the way it falls upon Her face—it must be Heather. The only girl with a smile as Wide as the sun, peeled and Fragrant as fruit. Behind eyes blue as Celestial wine hides a face worthy Of every Queen in every tale of Beauty and men standing to defend. She bears the body of fair desire, Where flowing hair, if freed, would Hang just lightly upon the warm, soft Setting of some gripping scene where The sights grasp your skin in moving Melody. And here you would expect to find Curious animals drawn to her had she Stepped into a creek to settle her thoughts, As droplets fell from her naked geography

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A poem to Radz' song 'winter' by rchiochios7, literature

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A poem to Radz' song 'winter'

Gone by rchiochios7, literature

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Gone

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The Needs of Salutations by rchiochios7, literature

Henry by rchiochios7, literature

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Henry

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Thinking of You by rchiochios7, literature

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Thinking of You

Thinking of You 1 Silent halls, Dressing me in cold visions, Whistle high pitched tunes, Cries, and pleads. I read and fall from my cloud. Tumbling down to only moments Of this story. I begin to feel like the prey of my own bait, Swallowed, time and again, back to reality. And why? I care not for all things of my REAL world, Except for love. You exist in this life, In this world, this real world, Somewhere out there. Tonight! Breathing, sighing, and maybe smiling. So I come to these silent halls, Open to reality, Hoping, more of a chance exists here That our paths may accidentally cross, Then remains at my shadowed and

We All run by rchiochios7, literature

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We All run

We All Run Beyond sound, Throughout the earth, Beneath the sun We all run Alone Aloud Found, We drown Lost within Facing the end Still young But just around the bend Sealed in fate Yet you don't believe In all your faiths You still grieve Covered the cold We are all old The spring has come again Who will cover me? Gone Waiting Hoping Wondering Running At a slower pace Beneath the sun We will all run… Richard S. Chiochios 3/25/06

Doors by rchiochios7, literature

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Doors

Doors Why do I love doors? Why do I hate doors? Can I love and hate anything? Let me tell you why and how. Doors are square and even, So I hate doors. Doors lead into another world, So I love doors. Doors close behind me, Trapping me from my past. But sometimes they can be broken. Doors lead to home. Doors steal my home! Sometimes doors are difficult To open. Sometimes we can't close them. They leak in cold air and allow Other unwanted things into our world. (We are selfish!) We use doors to keep others out! We use doors to keep others in! Doors tell us who we are. Therefore, we hate doors! (Clear your thoughts) Doors

Unconnected by rchiochios7, literature

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My Orchid

another day I lay amongst weeds yet looking for an orchid though I have learned now to expect nothing I have still that hope I've had since the beginning my determination remains untouched though I've yet to find this orchid in this field of dead and rejected things you've managed to find a spider it crawled from the weeds almost seemingly happy and you did not kill it this spider was put in a cup and left alive though I would not have done the same you spared this spider, thus sparing me from my temptations you freed that little obtuse creature though I begged you to kill it now it remains in those weeds I would have t

Girl Meets Boy by christina-joy, literature

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Girl Meets Boy

The bell has rung and kids are spilling out of the school for recess. A group goes to the basketball court. Another goes to play kickball. One girl goes off by herself to the swings. No one follows her. No one yells for her to come and join their group. She is used to this. She is too sad to swing, so she just slowly pushes herself back and forth. The swing next to her is empty and swaying with the breeze. How she wishes that someone she could call a friend would fill it. She is distracted from her brooding when she hears someone walking towards her. She doesn't look up. She remembers the last time she looked into someone's face. They spit a

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What are you always thinking about? The birth of a star? Boston autumn leaves and their dying green? Cookies and milk, or Argyle socks? grandfather clocks? Itchy sweaters that grandmother made or Getting an ‘A’ or making the grade? Starting today what can’t wait for Tomorrow? Wondering why you’re still here, Where you meant for something big or Are you just another Kid? How to beat the status quo? Well, did you know, That you glow Like the stars? Oh, You’re already too far.

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Oct 13, 2011

Welcome to the Chronicles of the Land of Red

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I have just opened up a new site on Wordpress.com and uploaded a new site on Radzmedia.com.   The wordpress url is the following: http://chiochiosr.wordpress.com/ You can find pretty much anything that is on Radzmedia.com on this new wordpress blog, just under a different skin. The other fun news is that I have recently uploaded a new blog in which I begin to tell the fictional tales that have rolling around in my head for the last nine years.  A synopsis of these tales would be--"medieval short stories welcoming the travels and trials of characters such as wizards, heroes, and gods." In my first uploaded tale, I focus on the entrance of

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Apr 15, 2010

Talent and Opportunity

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I am often amazed at the talent in this world.  We grow up  looking up to people who can do the things we want to do.  We often admire them to such a point, that we become images of their being, with the ability to create our own version of the truth. When we become those images, it is not long before we forget how special those gifts really are.  My question to the world is this:  "As you reach that point where you sustain the ability to decorate your own world and live amongst your own beasts, where will you take it?  What creatures will you love, and which ones will haunt you until the very last moments of dawn?" Quart7

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Mar 3, 2010

http://www.radzmedia.com/my-little-bones/

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https://www.radzmedia.com/my-little-bones/ check it out!!!!!!!!!! :)

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Mar 10, 2011

Three links for your viewing pleasure.

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Mar 17, 2011

Well Link 3 didn't work. Link 1 was funny. And Link 2 will not allow me to sleep with closed eyes anymore. They are out there, and they are watching!!!!!!!!! lol.

But really....creepy.