Poetry
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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
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The Widowed Writer
Sadness isThe bitterness in her bonesThe dark embersGlowering in her soul The darknessIn her empty eyesThe merciless pitBurrowing inside It is the fake laughAnd that fake smileThe eternal prisonHer handpicked trial It is the weightThat holds her backIt is the veilThat drapes her in black It is the burdenThat cannot be sharedThe secret hurtsOf which nobody cares It is the… Continue reading
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Wolves of Wrath
White wolves Mouths of red Gnashing teeth Cruelly wed Sharp barks Sharper bites Silver shadows sulk In streams of moonlight Eyes like fire In scowls of steel Unyielding stance Prepared to kill I call these monsters In close to my chest And bade my anger To finally rest Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 