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Scavenging eyes Glow hot within my skull In fervent scouring Of the broad span of time For the faultless glimmers The pristine flicker of verse Those sheltered in racing currents That beckon, faithfully and honest To pry away their fables To reap their ominous toll Lingers, my highest hope At each passing flare of dusk…
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I want to formally apologize for all of my lackluster poetry as of late. I don’t really feel like myself, and I fear I’ve run out of subjects to write about.
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Frost-tinted fields Span with fallen timbers Where wooden stumps Jut mournfully Entranced by solemn remembrance These plains thrive on In the coils of my spirit Diminished and sullen Deprived of their exuberance It is here inferno reigns With its menacing sprawl Where melancholy thieves Each passing,callous day
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My skull is peppered With worthless facts Of man’s finest deeds Flak guns and tribulation I meander blissfully Through timeless galleries The offerings of the mad Those confined, to desperation I weave with content Through streets of cobble-stone Before Victorian giants In their age of gilded refuge My wholeness expands As I free-fall Into the…
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The world stirs As titans drift away Buzzing with teary farewells Well wishes As they depart for the ages For the words shed Within their time Spent with great care Diligently, brimmed with meaning We strain and implore For a valiant return A recovery of the passions We’ve adored for so long We strain and…
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Confidence flees From my quivering limbs While fear demands I avert my eyes And travel Sullen, battered, and unseen Thundering voices Trek proudly beyond With solid ground beneath them The day, they’ll surely reap And all its fine treasures Hastily, fastened to their cloth With ailing resolve I lumber along In a slow unraveling As…
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The blood washed sunrise Beads upon my head Soaked in the offerings Of brazen passersby Through the palm’s early sway The rays hail Somberly Its mournful toll For the gallant young So hastily Carelessly bartered The weight of sunlight Overtakes me Pinning my thoughts Into faithful servitude For the valiant tussle In the coils of…
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In the cascading embers The delicate faltering Of blissfulness, torn asunder I race through the blaze Scouring for promise In the sweltering folds Of frantic disarray The calm demise Concludes in ash Grey and black heaps Adrift In the gust of turmoil’s whim Panic’s stern grip Propels me forth In the flickering hail That covets…
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Defer from the swarms Who hiss coldly, with contempt Comfortable not knowing Gleefully unaware They’ll slip away From the sternness they adore In the passage of time Surely Without delay Surely they’ll burn With primal affection And yearn to cleave For their distant kin Surely they must Fully know The foremost truth That bellows from…
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