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Scalding crimson Sank sorrowfully Into a cold Shadowy mire As we Defiantly braved Its fading fervor Cloaked In fearful reverence Brilliant True To its dignified end Our world Grew weary and faint Bidding farewell At the loom Of stoic ivory Faithful and brimmed With fond And deep remembrance
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Beyond torment’s reach I awaken, stirring In my home of fraying rags I nurse The shards I carry At the mercy Of each gradual Quiet-stricken day Beyond torment’s reach I breath earnestly With true And heartfelt vigor Carted away On a raft Of undue bliss Content With not knowing The madness I’ll surely meet
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I house Rattled bones Beneath coursing rapids Of endless fret Coiled In uselessness Shedding away Every fiber Of strength I carry A quiver With bruised And battered nerves Shell shocked and mute Above the placid, seas of home The kettle foams From inside My hungry girth Scorching, the valor I cage Charred To fleeing ashes…
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Fluorescent daybreak Scalds,my cowering Agony-stricken form I rot from within From a night well-spent Parting the reeds Of joyous Concrete bedlam My innards seethe With proud infernal hatred Screaming Their highest disdain As my earlobes toll With a church bell’s remorse And my eyes Reap a world Of treachery And swaying hues I rot from…
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I was The bright-eyed fool Hastily swept Into the swill Of cheap affection When perfume reveries Laid siege To my vacant skull And I basked In delusion Swindled By the curse Of swift elation I was The unswayed fool Before the worried glow In the eyes of precious kin No truths were kept As eagerness…
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Nothing passes The howling void From the wild I’ve spawned within A blank slate Of frost-bitten grey Confines My every, tireless urge In blistering cold They hopelessly stir Doomed To the vicious night Tussling Behind Each deathly gust Until They are vacant And true Only to death
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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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