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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: It is a crazy mixed up world we live in ? Redesigned from a kinder mono-past Exclusive to the souls forgiven And I’m an iconoclast Locked out of the monolith Lumped into a modern myth You can see me with… ? Different strands from fixed up pearls surviving Out of…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Love burns without prior warning or even manifests itself just by finally locking eyes with the right one, however long it takes to find each other in this vast ocean of humanity – A smile a touch an accidental skin brush ignites a spark momentarily disintegrating the dark –…
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After the shooting flames, When the ashes soar high I sprawl on and on, Nothing stirs in me for miles But I’ll teem again As a forest of pines, Before June’s hellfire Even gleams from afar
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Colors of death surround me ? A sick and twisted beauty ? I’m so empty ? You see right through me, ? Callous is Autumn’s song ? © Sarah Lamar King Excerpt from the book Melancholy’s Autograph $11.95 Plus Shipping ~ Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com About…
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A nest of angry wasps Rages in my chest As the nights creep closer To a fatal dawn To a call to arms To a hail of arrows To a love bled dry And picked apart, Beneath the high noon sun
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: I perch in pensive self-confinement here atop the western bastion surrounded by heavenly hues of gold, orange and tangerine they encompass me another wasted glorious sunset spent watching feathered acrobats of the sky performing their winged aerial feats. ? No regretful tears just a morbid dryness about my eyes that…
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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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