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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Starving my art. Society played its part. Dousing my creative spark. Changing my drive to park. Keeping my colors in set lines. Stunting my mentally growing mind. Coalescing me up for conformity crimes. Setting the standards for selling my time. But my blood didn’t come from the elite line. So,…
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Maybe I’m just a pawn in a fever-dream A distant reverie, Burning at the core of my withering host What will become of me In her majesty’s ruse? Down the twists and turns Of her tormented mind? Will I sink with poise At the ghostly hour Of her silver sunset? Or finally, slip from her…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: when everything was broken felt like lesions on your skin inside you felt so empty the time had worn too thin you were lonelier beside him that if you’d been apart there was nothing left to say that would recreate the start ? and you knew that is was over…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Submitting to independent publishers like Creative Talents Unleashed guarantees your work will remain yours, and we give each writer a fair share of publicity. All the proceeds for our anthologies go into a “starving artist” fund, in order to give new authors a chance at publishing their very own book…
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A chest is sinking in the mud, Swollen to its brim with rumors Of a paradise turned to sand Its secrets won’t be moved, It will not spring open In spite of your straining, The rage setting you afire All for the sake of knowing; For a bittersweet truth For a slice of the heavens…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ‘Next June, The Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand, heir apparent, in his capacity as Inspector General of the Austrian Army will attend the summer maneuvers of the Sixth District Army to be held in Bosnia. A visit to Sarajevo will follow ending on the 28th of June…’ newspaper clipping. ? The…
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I have lost someone vital to me Will you help me find them, Wherever they’ve planted Their serpentine roots? Something’s come loose Will you keep me in place Before I fall, Asunder and suddenly confess? My dreams are but a sea of ash and bone Will you help me clear a path To the forests…
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I willfully invert myself In her pitch black stare Cast out, From a distant cluster of stars Again and again I invert myself In her wounding glance, When I’ve died there before
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? The world Overflowed with rage Unleashed in panicked streams For the gutters of his mind ? And all too soon He staggered In the curves of his youth Drunk On the fumes of mankind ? In his hollow gaze Was the stroll of kin For whom he lovingly strained…
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He is often overcooked, When the day disintegrates; Cooling off beneath the stars On a nocturnal cloud, Chasing clarity Around and around in his mind Until he’s tethered in place When his scorned reveries Have finally frozen over, He’ll be dragged underground Filled and content with never knowing
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