Writing
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The Lost Traveller
She had journeyedOn dust-swept roadsCrossing bleak desertsAll on her own But one day she stoppedAt the side of the roadAnd gave up the dreamOf ever making it home An old man found herHis face worn and crackedHe sat down beside herWhilst she lay on her back He told her storiesOf kings and of beggarsWeaved wonderful talesOf triumphs and… Continue reading
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Spit Out The Bones
Take what you need And spit out the bones Take from my words What helps you grow I do not have All the answers But I will share What brought me advances I can only show The path I have taken How my joy From its sleep, was awakened What sticks in the throat What… Continue reading
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Dying Wasteland
Swirling smokeRoaring thunderAs fragile heartsAre torn asunder Dark towersScourges of the skyLay host to shadow birdsAnd their dispiriting cries Gaping ravinesCruel pits of sorrowLine the wayThat leads to tomorrow Hopeful wordsSeem so feebleYet in this wastelandBroken hearts, they cradle Continue reading
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Lost Words
I sang a songBut a silence ate itI wrote a letterBut the ink was wasted I let words flowLet truth beBut found that the wordsWere nowhere to be seen I poured out my heart’s sorrowThat tender emotionAs a raging riverBut it was swallowed by an ocean I lost those wordsBut now I seeThat all those wordsWere building something… Continue reading
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Scars of Ink
Black shadows On the page Slowly contort Twist and change Shaped by sorrow Into a scar of ink Paper crinkling With a bitter wink This congregation of letters Is silent yet speaks Delightfully elegant But certainly not weak The bruised paper breathes After a writing session Knowing the shadows in the mind Have slightly lessened Continue reading
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These Stories
These stories They come to me in dreams Sneaking in As I hang on to the seams They whisk me away These bandits in the night Releasing the chains That bind me to my life I soar high Above whispery clouds so grandAnd sweep down low To the rich, earthy lands I hear of monsters,… Continue reading
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Stones and Stories
In my heartI keep a stoneA sacred keepsakeFrom when I was young Words it speaksAnd stories it tellsResonant to the earLike echoes from shells When the sky gets darkIt gleams and glowsAnd it will radiate heatIn the piercing cold Formed in childhoodFrom innocent daysBut in adulthoodWe put it away Continue reading
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Wordless Days
I get so bored When I can’t write Because then the ideas Assault my mind They pulsate Inside my head But I can’t articulate them They cannot be said So I sit in my bed While my mind builds worlds Watching the clock hands Endlessly swirl And so I hope And desperately pray That this… Continue reading
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Dying Sun
A dying sun Burns red As it dwindles To its death The callous sky Folds and blackens As an endless night Slowly beckons Spidery fingers Puncture clouds As they drag the darkest Of curtains down A furnace of words In your stomach Waits for you To summon your courage Continue reading
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Art
A stream of colours Flows down your hand Why it is there You do not understand Are you bleeding? Is this blood? But then why does it leave Such a beautiful smudge? You look at the art That clings to the page It is so elegant But yet so full of pain If the pain… Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 