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They merely shrug At the ongoing display The widely strewn heartache That writhes each passing night Scores stream away Wrung dry by the throes of verse The careless meandering Of my torn and ragged voice I let turmoil screech Through the spirals of my throat Unleash them, hopefully To a brisk current of silence Where…
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The engine sputters Through the density of night Toiling for home And the warm welcome of sleep Beneath faintest jewels Dimmed callously by man A lone silhouette Heaves on passionately Cleaving through the reeds Of pitiless dark For the quaint beckoning Of solitary bliss The awaiting romance Of hearth and luxury Solace nears Inching each…
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Every flowery notion Is born in a world That sways in the throes of havoc Stagnant in erosion Once solid ground defers Prose climbs in spite With a full heart to purge Triumphant verses Blare from the coils of grief From the harrowing labyrinths That curve so treacherously Defiance Lurks somewhere deep With an urge…
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I peddle distortion Disorienting fables The tales of a psyche Wrung dry by the hands of strife I year to convey But true words are minced Into powdery sentiments Worthless, idle, and baffling My thoughts are strafed And pelted into ruin Diminished and mute Unworthy of scorn or disdain Christen me The king of half-truths…
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I wither hopelessly In each gracious, transient glance Spent with great care Among my skin Inquiring Trapped in fervent wondering Each day lends more of the same As I trudge on, imploring Weaving desperately To each crimson glimmer Of cast out affection Like summer night campfires Dotting the shadowy hills I dart about madly Fueled…
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Exhaustion Is a plight of ceaseless dragging Driven along Through the hollow void The ethereal sway of fever dreams The bleak nothingness Frays and yields Revealing its offerings Its peculiar, perplexing gifts It is truly mad The effortless slithering The savagery of tumbling Hurdling through sleep Ghastly figures Dance wildly at the helm Upon the…
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I cower in wait For the cry of predawn salvos The wailing call of sure demise Burrowing deep within my girth And the earth tremors At the far boasting booms Blossoming with flame And the carefree drift of embers The toil of war Looms with malice Beyond the tree lines So anxiously aflutter Daybreak’s tussle…
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My floundering relevance Is a tremendous anchor Ensuring I’ll sink Cloaked in fright and anguish Beneath the froth Of friend and foe Their jealous clamoring Raging tussle My passionate stirring Withers to a halt As I jet for the depths Bound to the weight of loss I become ragged An uncaring bottom-dweller Devoid of all…
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