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Today i came across a manuscript i wrote back in December of 2010. Back then i was working on a poetic epic and it turned into a pile of mush. However I still keep the manuscript in a chest underneath my bed, so that one day i may flip through it and reminisce. I want…
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She holds back with splendid reluctance Ever so slightly, spending her glances upon me I too, remained kept in silence Warding off my most primal urges Favoring this new found infatuation A stunning spectacle Swayed with perfect execution Her glances, chiming for my company Chaperoned by a sensual, captivating grin And far too soon Energized…
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These vast arrays of thoughts Boil halfway within my skull Darting, lively through my limbs To cool and subside Underneath my docile fingertips These stillborn thoughts Plague the lofty heart in me Coming to pass Within the lush hallow of my cranium And then vanish in an instant Taken from me, As the pride my…
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“Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion” I wrote this book in the summer of 2012. This was a time when I felt I was at my lowest point,and i was overcome with this sense of hopelessness. I had to do something to pull me out of this depression, and…
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Where is the flare, In trafficking among the squalid mundane? To recover, inside of our boxes Confined, and prisoner to hideaway The soul does not flourish Strangled by the flumes of black smoke Birthing, her own flumes of green Subservient to the golden and reckless embers Loves is bound Defiled by the ghosts of oppression…
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If you love poetry,you know someone who loves poetry, or if you enjoy what i regularly post on here then you can download or preview my first anthology at Barnes & Noble. Link here: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/guardian-of-the-inkwell-jr-willi-wright-william-l/1113985910
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Pinstriped figures, Flicked their stogies into the blackness Raised their barrels, toward the distant silhouettes Captive only to their luminous headlights One by one A loud thud pursued after the next Some of them convulsing on their way down Writhing in each passing slug Spewed from the mouths of their chattering irons Those pinstriped devils…
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The elixir swirls Captive, to the confines of my girth Jolting, my skin and bones to life! As I heave the consequences of my clouded earth! Hunched over I dragged my pathetic frame Spewed my deathly sorrows Then burrowed inside of my hallow shell And the words came to pass Pestered, by my empty promises…
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2012 has been one hell of a year full of craziness and a lot of i don’t know what lol. But, it has been a year of great triumph! I was published four different times this year, one of them being a book i published on my own available here: http://www.lulu.com/shop/william-l-wright-jr/guardian-of-the-inkwell-a-collection-of-ramblings-of-the-poetic-persuasion/ebook/product-20548322.html and here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/guardian-of-the-inkwell/id584542847?mt=11 . …
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