Writing
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Depression FM
Depression is like A background radio Tuning into stations Trying to shame you The news bulletins recount Your latest failed projects Talk shows discuss Your many character defects The DJ plays The latest diss tracks A game show host presents A quiz on your dark past I suffered for so long From this abusive broadcast… Continue reading
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Writers Do Not Sleep
Leave me alone I don’t want to write Don’t you know It’s the middle of the night? Go away Let me have my peace It’s not time for writing It’s time for sleep Go on then I will review some work Polish them up Wipe off any dirt A new idea? I’ll note it down… Continue reading
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Burning Bones
Passion locked upIn his bonesHe hears them creakingTheir endless groans His marrow is packedOverflowing with dynamiteGlowing like embersAnd pulsing with light He tried to bury themBut they cannot dieThe deeper he digsThe brighter they shine Now it is a furnaceA cauldron of desireThe only time it easesIs when he sits down to write Continue reading
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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
Dawn & Dusk 