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Excerpt from a book I'm working on. Only have one chapter ready though.
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Ancient Gods
Oh how they war All these dead gods Lost inside us Swept away by the wind Ashes to Dust Look how they roar Vying for each of us Calling from a vacuum We implicitly trust Void incomplete Encased in amber Doomed to crack Above the firmament Below the drawbridge; Despair Flowing through the waters Of a river that once, ran there Fault them merely ask them Where the cool wild rivers…
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Darkling
And all the luminous orbs we create Ever so haughtily from this barren ground Seem to even hold the stars at bay Each tenuous glimmer, threatening to be their last Making small the very shadows we cast Our darkness has no meaning, no voice, no final say When in the light we prostrate, hands clasped, to weep and pray But the stars have long since ceased answering back What do giants have…
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Why does it seem that we're trapped in the belly of a sinking ship whose engine has stopped and whose hull has sprung a leak?
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Acheronic
My longest piece yet. My longest peace.
As frigid fog enveloped me, I, searching, grasping, Stumbled upon foreign shore.Mercury had left me, blinded and alone I wandered there for many moons,A silver glow illumined sandy beach.But from within river deep, a wailing could be heard.O! Lost damned of the Acheron call not to me, for I am here. Their voices, siren sung, pulled me closer to the boiling water,Until stopped was I by skeleton…
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Acheronic
My longest piece yet. My longest peace.
As frigid fog enveloped me, I, searching, grasping, Stumbled upon foreign shore.Mercury had left me, blinded and alone I wandered there for many moons,A silver glow illumined sandy beach.But from within river deep, a wailing could be heard.O! Lost damned of the Acheron call not to me, for I am here. Their voices, siren sung, pulled me closer to the boiling water,Until stopped was I by skeleton…
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There is no greater torture, I think Than being at the mercy of your own mind
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Watching Boatswain
The boatswain watches every night from the dock I fear him with my life, I can’t risk getting caught For ever since he saw me once his guard has ever been up His eyes pierce through the depths, his ears here every thought All foreign sounds not akin to surf on solid rock Or wave upon the bulkhead of ferry leaves its mark He’s waiting for the splash of body leaving weathered hands That…
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Idle Time Spent
My greatest pasttime Seems to be, “waiting to die”.
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Nectar
You’re no good for me, you see Though your figure is as comely as they come A slender neck above lascivous curves A form that neither bends or folds I know you’d support me, if you could bear my weight I also know with a bit of force you’re all too easy to break To drop you once is to deal with thousands of pieces And no amount of gold would put you back the way you ought to be Allow me…
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Autonomous
The great untenable, the most desirable A chord around your heart, binding one organ to another Deeper than the lowest well, more firm than any noose I believe, truly, that I’d fall to my knees for you From the highest tower, or perhaps the loftiest arm There are no more branches left, for me to climb down I know it’s hopeless, in my gut, I know it is so. Take comfort in the fact that I…
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Untitled Poem
I woke up on the banks of the Styx, Darksight staring out of the murk of this pure hell Gazing into dearest Luna’s fair pale eyes As she bathed me in her radiant lies. For the first time in years, I could not hear her whispers, Promises of a world that would be different. Oh Luna, you trickster, were that your light were real, Not a reflection of Sol’s bright zeal. Milkglass you may be,…
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Four Axioms of Self
Want for nothingNeed for nothingLive for nothingNot even one’s self Die for no oneSteal for no oneExist for no oneNot even for this one Love nobodyHate nobodyKill somebodyFirstly and lastly, this body
#brooding#dark thoughts#depression#melancholy#MevMenacingly#Morose Poetry#poem#poetry#poetryisnotdead#quote#reflections#thoughts#writers#writing
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Celestial Blues
But I’m not from here that’s for certain I’ve never felt like a normal person I hang my head, I’m not feeling right I want to ascend until we collide I want to crash my heart into the divine -King Woman
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Wayward Crane[Draft]
How much more can a battered body take?With half a soul remaining, all that remains is hateHate, hate, hate, hateIt’s all that is of value when the message is fakeA crane with tar drenched wings that could neither spear nor singInformed me of a grievous thing that I could scarcely ever imagineSaying, “existence is a luxury and living is a sin” and“if you fall into oblivion it counts not as…
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Nyumba Yanga
If Home is where the heart is Then Hell is where the hearth sits Past the Shire’s dark embankments On the precipice of blackness With despair about 2 hours away sprinkled with green, resplendent in gold, crowned with grey And surrounded by a failed economy that never grows, only rots each day Somewhere dry, you’ll find a house, too petrified to change. It’s walls are plain, and covered…
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The Lighthouse
Be my beacon, my shining outpost. To let me brave the perilous waves that will rend me asunder. So I can make for safer shores to rest on, Or break myself upon your jagged rocks. Be my ever stalwart tower, That I may see through any god sent storm That threatens to tip my poor boat over Allowing the ocean to devour my spiritless form. Shine your light upon me, and let me be blinded now,…
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