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A Stillness Found My Form

Published on Sun, 1^st Feb 2026 at 23:59

by William Troup

A stillness found my form, flailing silently away; fame, a fickle food, conferred the chosen day. Crumbs of graceless photos furnish the scrolling plays, and then came the hawks to denude the welcome stay! Pieces of my soul adrift, yet quietly, my
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Death Is a Common Fight

Published on Sun, 1^st Feb 2026 at 02:09

by William Troup

Death is a common fight we find within the light; do you jest? or stay your hand? an ocean reeps the floor, with little chance of succour; and what of tomorrow? Death is a common fight we crown before the night; do you prevail? or flaunt your coronet?
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Death and All Her Games

Published on Tue, 27^th Jan 2026 at 13:02

by William Troup

All but left is ashamed; death and all her games leaves life a cherished play, in anguish ... yet decayed. This labyrinth of time yields plenty to enclasp; but death and all her games comes crawling with a tax. All but left is ashamed; death and all her
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Death Is Sick

Published on Tue, 27^th Jan 2026 at 00:19

by William Troup

Death is sick; a silhouette sprig of life begets a shield; what more of thee? Drunk on blood, their sins forgiven? ghosts shalt not see the trees. Empty thrones forget the truce; therein lies the innocence of youth. Death is sick; what hand is left to play?

I Am the Glass That Keeps the Mind

Published on Sun, 16^th Nov 2025 at 00:54

by William Troup

Assail me, and beat me ... sign; I am the glass that keeps the mind. Regale me, and picture ... find; I am the hand that bleeds the time. Fail me, and listen ... mime; I am the heart that beats the rhyme. Assail me, and fight me ... fine; I am the glass that keeps the
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Her Smile

Published on Wed, 29^th Oct 2025 at 00:15

by William Troup

Effulgent, her smile; soft and warm, where sunlight wraps its soul ... behold! Weary, yet dogged, the moon does ache; what of her day will grace this heart? Vast, yet sewn, these swathes of trees; deeper from me, her lies do bleed. Effulgent, her smile; sweet, but worn,
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Perennial Streams

Published on Sun, 19^th Oct 2025 at 23:19

by William Troup

Perennial streams bore a son, riven beyond their dreams; ramparts kept his goals at bay, in a citadel born from timidity. Abode there, as he is, as sandstone withers in peace; dust and tears gather in frames, whose memories have yet to be born. Perennial
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Pink Blossoms

Published on Fri, 10^th Oct 2025 at 23:06

by William Troup

Pink blossoms within a veil of apples, effaced my fears ... begone! what tender heart begat thee? I must find her time! yet sap ascends on broken arms whose relics lay wasting upon the sod; have I spring to lay thanks to thee? have I spring to
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My Timid Friend

Published on Thu, 9^th Oct 2025 at 07:51

by William Troup

She lays in wait, my timid friend, and sits on a happy end. Watching, and waiting, with boundless faith; will fate bend to her heart? this diffident youth prevails under fallacies of fear; what remains of me is still unclear, yet still she waits,
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Walls

Published on Wed, 8^th Oct 2025 at 22:46

by William Troup

Execrable words upon my walls, their tarrying unknown! this solitary path bedevils me, yet what of you remains? this earnest heart continues, but not without regret, and upon the pastures, my heart does fill; where to hang upon my walls?

Falling Leaves

Published on Sun, 5^th Oct 2025 at 23:31

by William Troup

Falling leaves under a mundane sky; their time will come again ... this veil of rain becomes me, in a maudlin sort of way, as summer departs in triumph, with a haven still unknown. Fallen leaves under good tidings feet; their heart prevails again ... much
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Why Am I So Different?

Published on Fri, 5^th Sep 2025 at 01:00

by William Troup

Why am I so different? Is it my mind, heart, or soul? When will this madness end? What will be the toll? I am further away from my youth, and fewer days latch to any sense; yet onward, I continue; Why am I so different? I am shunned by differing
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