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Above And below Sunrise to sinking dusk My seasons change From the chilled solstice Deep into the heart of spring Above And below My interweaving thoughts Shifting on a tilt The black dawn, Transitions to the sparkling night A glorious spectacle Tall and joyous Above And below Swallowed to my neck Within the vicious current…
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Andrew P. McClain Port Clyde, Maine June 27th, 1917 For Joshua E. Madison The foghorn’s mournful note Spares us not a second hope Carted off the vast legions of romance And buried them in a creed of hellfire The black waters have sprung open Unleashed a hellish vendetta Locked away these sly affairs Highly revered…
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Bon Iver, Bon Iver by Bon Iver. This was hands down my absolute favorite of album of last year! If you don’t have it now, what the hell?! Go get it! The album, is phenomenal! A true masterpiece! Here are some links to my top 5 favorite tracks from this record (That’s right, half of…
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When the winds whistle chaos And black jades, bloom for miles A man will wield his everything Clasped within his right hand Down desolate roads Through hellish waste Madness swirls around him Eroding all peace In spite of these dangers He’ll place love on his shoulder Tilts his head And let loose a heartfelt melody…
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Within earshot of her young Frolicking among their innocence Her skull tilts and falters, captive in her right hand As she cradles the poison in her left A liquid prayer,to wash away past evils She arose a staggering wreck 5’6, mascara and black fishnets And into her decrepit peace Stashed away in the worn cupboard…
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I have an idea for my next anthology. Im going to start writing the first poem this month, and hopefully have the last one finished by August of next year. The main themes: love, sexual fantasies, and dreams. I promise you, it wont be another 50 Shades of Grey. In the mean time, check out…
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We shall not dwell in presence of cruel contempt That distorts the soothing winds of promise Forever stranding us In a loathsome, barren abyss Too long I withheld the nightmarish vision Of offspring stripped from motherly arms Youth brutally tarnished, among the dusts of turmoil And conjured by greatness, far, far away We shall not…
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Bless his heart The fool rages once again Flesh wounds truly scarring him deep Harmless upon the naked eye “Brandish your plastic grin And roll your brittle bones to glory Never mind the quivering mayhem Never mind your brush with madness No prosperity, without burning agony” Those fragile bones Turned to jagged shards through daylight…
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Let me bury myself with worry In a fit of rage! Scratch out every strand of hair And carry on with my useless ramblings! Let me borough beneath my shame Stew and rot in my own filth Putrid, in the height of day Sick Vile Wretched The hideous creature I have become He fritters away…
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