Writing
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Inversion (Part 1 of 3)

A lament I see cold stars In dark skies Their blue light No warmth provides A black sun rises Radiant dark Light flees into cracks Night is about to start Blue flames lock me Into a pillar of ice Water shoots upwards The ground by clouds dried An inverted worldSets its mightTo stop my journeyTo… Continue reading
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Thief (repost)

There is a thief Who raids my mind Steals my thoughts My ideas, my time Locks my knowledge away Rips it from my reach Feeds on my files Like a ravenous leech When I try to transmit Expressions of emotions The signal is jammed My throat becomes frozen It even blocks My ability to write… Continue reading
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White Shores

White shoresIn the distanceLike flawless pearlsThey endlessly glisten I hear their voicesCalling me inTugging atThe sails within The water surgesAs currents carry meI perch on the white frothOf the waves of the sea Trailing in my wakeBlack clouds fleeAs sunlight piercesThe haze that tormented me Soon I am lyingAmong jewelled sea shellsThe warmth of the… Continue reading
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Mourning

A lament Everyone tries toCheer me upBut I have no oneTo mourn my loss I must swallow the darknessHold it in my throatSmile politelyWhile I silently choke My pains are my ownThey cannot be sharedThey are too muchEven for those who care So they build upIn the centre of my chestAnd spill out onto paperThe… Continue reading
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Cut Adrift (repost)

I am adrift on a raft Lost at sea Cast away on an island With no one but me I am in a glass box But the glass is blurred I have given up screaming For I cannot be heard Trapped in a prison Within my own mind My senses stripped away I am deaf,… Continue reading
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Well of Sorrows

I have in me A well of sorrows Its dampness permeates Seeps into my bones I filled this chasm With wretched tears Hiding them from The scorn of my peers On some days It overflows As ink-stained tears That form into poems So I will let this flow Of tears start So other emotions Can… Continue reading
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Stormy Waters (repost)

Dark, stormy waters In the glass of my soul Inner turmoil concealed Within this fragile bowl As the darkness thrashes Like a tortured snake Tremors roar inside me The bowl starts to shake I lift open the hatch And let the darkness out My insides feel relief As the troubled waters spout They hurl themselves… Continue reading



