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I’m far from myself In the wail of ancestral hymns, Afire with despair For my high crimes of sloth
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America Your night is young And alive with rumors, Pouring from the trenches We’ve carved across your back
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? I reap the ashes In silver spoons Sustaining The vermin That crawl, deep within ? They worm Ever-thankful In the grit of passersby ? The ruinous mounds Of wayward strangers Charred, to a hopeless pulp ? By spoonful’s I thrive Heartily gorging On distant trials ? In spoonful’s I…
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We are all the famed hero In the palaces we dream Until the armies we’ve risen Have long forgotten
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With a few idle moments Mountain ranges will climb Strangers, will stride full circle And another long season of shadows Will surrender the truth
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I’ve lost a scrap of myself In a burst of light Tearing, through the midnight sky I hardly knew him His charred wounds ripped open And awash with the fatal jeers of the Atlantic I’ve taken on an array of grief, A furnace silenced As I lose my grasp Of this mortal voyage
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Originally posted on Alicia Jones Poetry: A short story about indecision and dissatisfaction. When I was young and naïve, and my world had been delighted between sunlit smiles and white winter snow fights, I formed the error in judgement that would come to be my hamartia. I made the stupid mistake of believing, even in…
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Originally posted on Alicia Jones Poetry: I’ve been awake for long so now, Just can’t get to sleep- Thinking about the last time that I heard you speak, How much longer we have, how much time that I’ve wasted I always thought that this would be finite, But the walls of my home are crumbling…
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Will history distort these screams Within volleys of steel And the carefree gush of ideals? It will be No concern of mine Once I’m sealed shut forever When I’ve scattered The world will have its way With this proud name If they even recall
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