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In a slow Crawl to envy I grow parched With hellish desire For the precious zeal Of fair and fine travelers Ever-wafting True to their breeze In boyhood I simmer Derailed by silence Immobile Unwilling To lift my seething eyes As I slouch Into the palms of comfort Taken by sloth As desire Slaves, beneath…
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Nothing is spared For this roving Sniveling wreck For the dimwitted recluse The pitiful Impressionist of men He is But a wind-kicked shell Frail and bound For the scourge Of desolate years Far from rescue The withering hermit Lies bourbon-soaked Engulfed In squalor and stench Bound For inferno And the agony surely beyond
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Their voices All shrank with worry At the helpless plunge Of their pitiful son To pry away His timid words Burrowed In the shadows of his mind How they all Descended to fret Stooped to his sorrow To reap His hidden cries of peril From roaring overtures They eagerly trudged Offloading Their burdens of regret…
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Feign Day to day heartbreak Devours My once, trusting resolve And there is nothing more But endless plains of black The sprawling foe I passionately strain to escape My world is flooded With plastic passersby Who trudge in league With the tune Of my fervent mistrust Feign outrage Domineers Choking the roads Of a once…
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How I’ve grown Mountainous and jagged Through these fiendish years Spiraling, in upward decay Thick With the welts Of each day’s Hungry lash Blood-bathed And quenched Eternally, lusting for more Minced To a feeble stagger I arise from the tatters Of my former skin I ascend in bruises Unfazed and loyal To the fervent tussle…
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Wind chimes permeate From a steady stream Of remembrance From loyal And homely thoughts The faithful glow In bygone grace Their refrain Is a stern Unwavering cry In which I quietly bask Doomed to the hours Once foolishly deplored At home Beneath the glimmer Of fire-bred affection Their song travels supreme Ghostly and plagued With…
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There are no complaints spared As I flounder Devoted to the coils of luxury Ensnared In silk-sheets Bound to overflow With the nectar Of pure disarray I am soon the keeper Of static reveries Drowsing happily Foolishly Undeterred from madness Gladly I dive Into faux Hazy rapture Unaware of time’s Fast-moving scheme Marooned, hapless Perpetually…
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Skinned to bare bones I slowly And fearfully descend With shredded nerves And their pulsating mantra Of potent and vengeful remorse Their harmonies flood My straining eyes Crimson, tired, and maimed Filleted To wafting blood ribbons As I sink from the day As silent wreckage In this misty bog of grief
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Deliverance Is a towering brute The sharpest pillar I aspire to claim Yet resolve Never fully blossoms From the cavernous wounds I shield each day I am doomed to simmer Beneath, the frothing tide Instilled With ghostly remorse Forever they’ll loom Boldened by fear By the timidness I foolishly carry Before slopes of ivory I’ll…
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We were gleefully diminished As the uproar passed And the beads of triumph Poured, in streams of haste Happily overrun By the yearnings That prowled Beneath our timid flesh We sprawled in exhaustion Ever-gradually carted To our homes In the fog Of well-earned rest All Before desire Could lasso Our dwindling forms Once more
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