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Time soars and withers behind every thought Frittered, upon the rogue journeys of dragonflies They fixate, upon fowls that flutter in boundless luxury Forever, may they roam certain and free Into the arms of twilit wonder I shed the fabrics of my feeble existence Wandering, further into cloudy delusion Seemingly weightless within eternal ease How…
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Its time for another reading! In this one i drone on and on about a girl i never really had a chance with. Its okay, there will be others i suppose
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This heart of mine, dwindles and dulls Scrambling so feverish for a gracious lull Peace, shies from my clueless strive Answering only to those who may survive Iron-clad leagues, tread on with vigor Snarling at death whilst squeezing their triggers Worn by peril they march in a cursed daze No longer rattled by death’s boundless…
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An opening barrage of keystrokes Carries away your loving juvenile The heavy slam of incendiary loathing Barks with the malice, he can no longer contain As the dust whirls around and above An eerie solace tolls within his smile With a deathly stride he embarks for eternity Shunning, your most urgent of cries Shrill premonitions…
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I emerge From the treachery of misty hours Dissolved by sunlight I writhe, both brittle and tired Unfulfilled And plagued with awareness Gradually, I shrug off these hefty burdens And rush for the cradled panorama Easing myself into warm forgetfulness A slow drain of my waking senses “Converge on daylight! “ My instincts all beckon…
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I decided to record myself reading my poem “The Death March” I still need quite a bit of practice at narrations.
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Last night i recorded myself reading a poem i wrote about a year ago. The name of the poem is “To My Battered Love”, and if you would like to hear me reading this then just follow the link! http://youtu.be/znx3KzKY9GY Note: i am not a professional at narrations so it might not be that good..…
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Skinny black trails Jet through our western skies Billowing and expanding Shifting and rolling With time, carelessly spent A desperate tune rings among us all Its origins, traced from a low hum Softly combing through barley garbed hillsides We tremble endlessly As the soft droning scales our being Bursting into their heavenly orchestra Courting…
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