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Write back soon From your ivory throne You towering judge At home In your satisfied smile Where was the kind farewell? The generous goodbye To the solace, the suffrage We’ve known Write back of our frigid demise In the silence, the dark Of our aimless paths Was it painless and swift? Or somber and…
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Chock full of precious time Friends gleam and chime To salvage your hide To stoke their pride
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It came snarling across the dark Crimson eyed, barreling At the height of its lust Trembling without end in sight I rose up in spite Defiantly, driven to its maw In the murdering trash The skewering The pull and the slash I was loyal To the tremors of rage As my tattered frame weaved…
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Suddenly I’m drawn away From the bustling circuits The drone Of the plastic panes I take flight in perfect silence With my roots aflutter In the welcoming skies Into fairer winds I sail For the heart of grandeur As all I’ve ever known Unfurls with ease Peacefully I drift From the satellites of home…
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I’ll waste away in this calm For I’ve lost my nerve My will to stride In the vise of doubt Battling my stagnant mind Fearful of the way Of the days to come Peacefully I’ll give myself To its motherly tide As I rage from deep within As denial tolls away In my frontal…
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We’re encircled By half-hearted sorrows Enclosed in half-truths Forever lost, in deeds half-done Farewell To the true and enthused Inbound for their solemn And solitary ends We’ll pine with rage For the weight of their words From the heart of our slums From our pitiful sloth When all in the world Is fine and…
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The child thieves from himself With lightening- cursed nerves Aflutter with pain Beyond mercy’s reach His mind contorts Into useless knots Sent quarreling in loops “To binge is to live” Is his endless refrain The fuel for his staggering Pitiless trail From beneath his whims Thundering on end He cowers and heeds In his…
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Let myself fade from view As all of my strengths Take hold of the day For I am but a fool A shadowy fiend Dissolved in my frets Discolored and maimed For they cannot know Of my tragic skin The scale and the scars I’ve earned amid strife Let the night ensnare My every…
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I’ve become the unfeeling husk The driftwood in rot Awash, by rivers of grime Sickly Never lending a word For his misty-eyed kin For a mother And her prayer-laden songs I’ve become the immobile shell Ever-anchored to prose To the words of bygone saints I dream In their ebb and flow To mirror their…
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