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Harboring, the weight of our voyage From our infernal roots, I’m entangled in a dance With torment and peace
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I’m plagued with reveries of falling Of being left to myself To spiral, for all of my days Of being dulled to a whimper At the stride of my heroes, Bursting like shells In the eye of a war I fear an eternity In their impact craters To live, on the matted remains They spare…
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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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