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When will I finally write something worthwhile? I’ve tried submitting my poems to major magazines and poetry anthologies and I get knocked back every time. I think I’ll just stop submitting for a while. My head hurts.
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The hillsides quake Beneath the curse Of iron-shroud skies The ever-constant beckoning Hammering on Through the scorched evergreens Brush strokes of ember Color the grizzly day As valor swarms savagely Thundering up vicious inclines Mayhem’s hunger Lurks tried and true Mindlessly gorging Upon waves of the brazen and sure To quell the hunger Is but…
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Smoke-laden memories Constrict each passing morn With tender fragrances Coasting, through plumes of white Blossoming endeavors That fume of fervent romance Cast-iron hopes That propel misty-eyed scores The haze embraces Through our slow earthly turn Fastened, day to day Our first yearnings The scourge of former years The weight of past oaths Anchor our daily…
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I withdraw from grief And defer within Content not knowing In this careless refrain Fully immersed In the flawless spiral With eyelids firm At exile’s clasp I peacefully drown In this silent coil Bereft Passionless Capsized and hollow I’m inclined to fall Upon plains of sullen grey With resolve diminished And tribulations crumbled My cause…
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With limbs butchered By endless fleeing At the cruel lash of panic The shadow of my desires All retreating paths Must fray, unfulfilled Before desolation The great chasm of silence Where the toll of courage Is but a falling whimper To be lost in the frenzy Of boundless tribulation The life of me drains Down…
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A slow burn Sets time adrift In a free falling wither To ashes that stain the earth I stir at the peak At the cruel height of inferno Upon the ailing matchstick I’ve christened daylight The haunting refrain Of high shrieking notions Boils my mind In this slow, unsparing erosion Thriving Until the final flare…
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Brisk cold ballads Emerge from the tranquil dark From the mourning silhouette That’s stirs and toils in silence Melodies resurface And tenderly reflect Upon the vast and sullen shade The grey of former years Bitterly and brash They pierce the veil of skin Past labyrinthine flesh To streams of boiling anguish Behind solace The eerie…
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More than I’ll ever need Far more than I can sustain She’s evaded the iron clasp of my youth The trove of sweet-nothings I’ve toiled over in secret Each moment I delve That trails on endlessly Far out of reach In an ominous refrain Of how, where and when I empty the troves Hastily, bereft…
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I resurface unhinged From the frigid binds of regret The surreal twirl of remorse That plagues every moment of rest Well before The day’s primal glimmer Where the headlights flare Upon the frost-tinted windows I’ve arrived With nerves set a quiver Awakened by the scourge Of pitiless dark As the flash and flare Carefully graze…
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