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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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One The cast-iron bond desired of many Reverie of streams, to rage into rivers All fall into one One At the pinnacle of strive The chief heirloom on our altar of kin All fall into one One The stray jewel of the cosmic wilderness Calling our brothers Our long lost sisters To pool into the…
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Its based off this dream i had that took place between the years 1912 and 1923. This strange woman and i were in the middle of an empty field, the sky was dark and overcast, and the only object for miles was this rickety old truck. The woman in this dream had beautiful jet black…
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This is for my older sister, whom i care for very deeply. – William My juvenile affections Have all capsized in the deep Savored, by the black water’s pull Far, far from this present despair This pilgrimage, forged at my own hands From which I may never return I shall remain a victim to its…
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Leap! We have no time for discretion! Our patience eroded for cautious spirits! Make haste, and send your body across! Airborne with fleeting inhibitions At the hands of freedom Dashing through the wind! To the chasm’s end we embark No time for discretion No quarter for cautious spirits Leap! Daring, brimming with boldness Your heart…
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Era Vulgaris by Queens of the Stone Age. This album preserved my sanity in high school. QOTSA are very underrated and more people should give their music a chance instead of painting it as a generic rip off. If I had to pick an album for the soundtrack for my junior year, ( 2007-2008) then…
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Her full,and blackened pearls Cried out from her sockets Lingering in my direction Pledging her purest devotion To the other places That withhold our peace In the presence of our replenished dreams Come away with me To outer lands That chime for our presence Beyond the reaches of chattering skeptics Come away with me And…
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