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Into the droning void by night With eyes sewn shut And bound by whirling emptiness The lights afar Strive for me As glittering salvation From the ruin of clouded peril Mist burns away For troves woven in secret Offerings to parched dreamers Long deprived of aspiration From spiraling desolation I emerged among my own To…
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Cardboard illusions Consume my ravaged mind Wandering among the ragged cutouts Of hollow and desolate grey My eyes strain to feel And quiver, painfully discouraged In the hushed company Of vast melancholy Robed in sheets of sprawling silence The reach Of frozen illusions Expand in the sluggish passing of weeks Without expression They toll in…
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What one can hope to transpire Immersed in the glare Of murky tribulation Many nights fall away From the blade of imploration Shaving time fervently In hopes for company To assuage the anguish of the cold Many fly their colors Fastened to desperation In search of the same wandering eyes Longing for the safest place…
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A rolling tragedy Builds and builds Urged forth by momentum In a troublesome wisp Every ounce of worth I could attain Is crushed without mercy In each rustic day swept by I am the caricature Of rolling tragedy With confident footsteps That lead nowhere Comfort wields me For its idle time bidding For a fiendish…
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Pried from the summer smog Was the angelic form In her careful sashay Through rusted avenues Laden with pub and grime To the arms of greater fortune I sprawled by chance Yet I do not Dare to lend a single word They instead rave And dash madly through my mind Leaving my tongue dormant Idle…
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Retreating into former skin When motivation has barred me From the life I long to lead To weave and weave daily Would be my resting place Ever complacent And sure of the waiting horizon “But it cannot be” Larks from east and west Fastening my limbs To worthwhile voyages Where I fall mute And submit…
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I’d witness the crown of ivory shores That envelope far horizons With loyal and stern mountains While I peer and strain hopefully For the jagged towering pillars Of moss covered tenure Centuries on end The vessel would plow and steam And cleave the frigid waves Consistent, strong and certain As the sea abates And mystery…
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A dreary mist rolls From the fleeting scourge of nightfall Driven from the pit of nothingness To savagely consume Every fine morsel of the living What i cling to desperately Is taken with little effort And dashed upon the hard shell of the world As a ruthless display Vicious, cold and vile Upon whom I…
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