Poetry
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Writhing Dragons
Two dragons reside In the pit of my stomach Their roars echo In the walls of my gullet One is coal-black With glimmering red eyes Who blasts its bitterness In my brooding skies The other is of emerald A deep merciless green Writhing in jealousy At all that it sees Sometimes they wrestle Sometimes they… Continue reading
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Don’t Wake the Monster
Don’t wake the monster That sleeps in his mind It broods in its fortress Of a thousand whispered lies With bared teeth, it snarls Accusing with its claws It thrashes in hysterics Screaming at his flaws The struggle is brutal To put it back in its box On the darkest days The fight never stops… Continue reading
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He Carries Sorrow
A man carries sorrow On his back Wandering in exile In a hidden cul-de-sac News spread Of his decline in health And so people gathered round Eager to help They gave advice Stood from afar Suggested exercises To strengthen his arms They advised techniques Got him walking differently Corrected his posture So he did not… Continue reading
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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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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
Dawn & Dusk 