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Tired of living in circles He’s turned his home inside and out, Pulled apart all the dressers Upturned every mattress – No trace of a persona Of a brave light to strive for Only flowery hedges At the end of each path – New fears stalk the alleys Of his once crowded mind Now each…
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A full week’s acrid steam Billows through my nostrils Singeing at the hunger Waning dismally within – The smallest morsel of today Sets my stomach to a boil, As its aftertaste stalks Through the maze of my palate – My plate remains full Piled high and off-balance, Flavorless and spoiled Growing cold and unwanted –…
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Everywhere, there are strangers Stumbling down uneven roads Through their own misfortunes – Those who’ve sewn themselves shut After years of unraveling, Giving and giving Until their timid and frail – The ones who are rebuilt Out of concrete and steel, Covering up old scars, The years of mold and neglect – They are the…
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Heaven resides, In the bindings of a notebook, When my stars have all aligned With another lost band Set alight in the wild – Hell resides A few passages after, When these stars have all burned And I plummet from their gleam – Clarity resides On the fringes of each world, When the allure of…
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I’ve waded for too long through the bog Through its sickly bile Through its envious slime That stalls all wanderers – I’ve waded for too long To its secreted isle, Blossoming bright In colorful defiance – I’ve waded for too long To my true port of call Where my old roots splintered In the pitch-black…
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Today’s slurs are like stagnant water Welled up in my skull, Like the full weight of ruin From a landslide’s fury – Like an infernal melody Leagues under my skin, Leaving villages of sonnets To sink away in ashes – These fire-tinged lies Were set long ago, From a fellow voice adrift In a mire…
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The machinery’s red -hot grind Is slowly revving to a stop, Consumed by the grime Of too many summers lost – The glow Of her senseless labor dims, Entangled by the webs Winding over her frame – The swarms of her crew Fill the veins of the city, Her bones left to rust In their…
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He is the ghoul in their heroic shadows A changeling, skulking Through the treacherous bends Of a concrete maze – He is a sign of the times In his woolen black armor, Speaking in riddles When his mind is afire – He is trouble leering back Past their sequined layers, Through the balmy colors…
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Long walks through the morning frost Sit heavy in my stomach As time marches me away From the safety of solitude – Another week turns In the pitch-black stillness As I wait to be inhaled By the oblivion I’ve designed – To live a life filled with greeting And grieving and groveling, Looming larger and…
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Falling out of the morning’s rhythm With a childhood of burdens Tied around my waist As it screams to its demise – My limbs go slack During the steep decline, As a healing mantra blooms Over the desert swathe within me – Falling out of the noise Into a nourishing silence, The heavy past slides…
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