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The Steadfast Fern
Tangled fronds Of a fern tree Scattered by a storm That didn’t need to be Dust and detritus Shift with the wind Circle the tree With a cruel chagrin Dishevelled and broken Beaten and bowed But this fern tree still stands When others fell down Continue reading
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Broken Table
A poem on restoration Splintered wood Cracks spreading This is the momentThe table has been dreading A shuddering collapseLegs buckle and break As the table crumples Under its own weight But this tragic tableOnce broken by pain Will be rebuilt by His hands And will stand again Continue reading
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We Are Machines
A poem on toxic productivity They say producing is all That really matters To make things of worth And to make them faster They say we are machines Churning out produce We’re trees in a vineyard All our worth in our fruit But fruit fails And machines crack Achievements shine briefly Then fade into black… Continue reading
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Dark Bubble
A poem on depression I don’t write these words To garner sympathy I write these poems To help you see To understand the depressedThat you meet in lifeTo help you understand What they fight To help you visualise The daily struggle To catch a glimpse Inside their dark bubble To show what helped me To… Continue reading
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Lava
A lament My stomach is filled With molten lava And always it threatens To spill over A tirade of fury Spews from my mouth Like sewage water From a poisoned fount It turns my insides Into congealed mush My skeleton warps As it is slowly crushed The pain I holdThat I cannot share Has blackened… Continue reading
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Desecration
Desecration Of the heart His dreams mocked And torn apart Carefully crafted Over many years Careless guests Covered them with smears The pearly marble Was blown to ash Intricate pottery Was mishandled and smashed Fragile vases He had strived to preserve Were maligned untilThey lost all worth He was left alone Sitting in the ash… Continue reading
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The Black Sheep
I am the black sheep In a sea of white The thundering storm cloud Among soft pillows up high I crackle with energy In a world so sedate The force of my emotions Refuses to dissipate I do not speak I can only roar The tragedies I seeI cannot ignore I tried to bleach myself… Continue reading
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Fire and Decay
The king wanders his hallsEerie and blackenedThe smoke forming figuresReplaying what had happened His ancient hallsHad burned to ashHis glory, his legacyNow charred scraps He found old masterpiecesVivid frescos stained blackIntricate landscapes and portraitsOnce made by his hand Many had delightedIn this operatic hallBut the walls weakened from wearAnd were destined to fall Then this cursed fireHad gutted this… Continue reading
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The Decay of Silence
A lament Moss grows On unused tongues And damp builds up In wordless lungs Silence heralds A cruel winter And suppressed emotions Will eventually splinter I held in my words To avoid the painBut that wretched painFound me all the same Continue reading
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They Bruised the Sky
Bloodied skies Over treacherous plains A weeping moon Has no words to explain Caskets carried On broken shoulders The funeral pyresNow overflowing What sort of violence Can bruise the sky? What sort of treachery Causes the moon to cry? Cruel words Catch in the flesh And bring a million Dreams to their death Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 