Published on Fri, 5th Sep 2025 at 01:00
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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Published on Wed, 20th Aug 2025 at 23:04
Low upon the lake, a docile crescent moon;
abash, yet stolid, and luminous to a fault.
The stars lays silent, affixed upon the sky,
and this thespian claims the night,
as a daughter purloins the south.
What of the black dahlias?
in repose they haunt the fields
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Published on Wed, 20th Aug 2025 at 16:20
Hollow dreams awaken me
from an anxious sleep; opaque skies
cloud the arcane sun, and what looms
is crushed beneath my soul.
Velvet rays dry my eyes, as yearning
beats no more; madness lingers, but not
what's seen, and cerulean skies
cast the pastures
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Published on Tue, 19th Aug 2025 at 23:07
What game do true lovers have?
garish clothes unlike any of mine?
what ambient waves unfurl the sheets
and beget a dream
still wasted on the young?
Look at me! they scream and plead;
photos capture the naked truth
and thread the walls on desperate screens;
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Published on Mon, 11th Aug 2025 at 23:27
Whether or not I will reach the summit,
my desires still speak in soft,
berry-shaped tones; a morass path of which
I cannot recall, awaits for me
in the appalachian springs,
and renders a song
that would leave the hummingbirds in awe;
will my heart feel peace
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Published on Wed, 6th Aug 2025 at 23:35
Oh tempest, break the adamantine waves,
and let this habitation breathe; what of
the strakes that break the hull?
a home for those smaller than thee.
Upon the mast, our dreams are tied,
as we await the gales abatement; what of
sails that flail from the yards?
a
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Published on Tue, 5th Aug 2025 at 22:41
Sick, is death, and riven with plagues
and preachers toil for life; but wait,
famine is drunk on power, and fate.
Fallacies prevail with weapons aloft,
and heads await on remedies bled;
but wait, the conquests are fairly seen,
and death unveils his thrown,
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Published on Tue, 5th Aug 2025 at 00:53
I must be down by the sea again, I must be all but me. I must be down with my dreams again, I must be all but free. I must be down, I must be me, I must be me again, but here. I must be down by the sea again, I must be all but fear ...
Published on Mon, 4th Aug 2025 at 23:50
Decaying, it may be, the tree and all her dreams; saplings yearn for freedom, but death has learned to see. Competent, he may be, and unending as the tide, and hide, he may try, but further, she did see ...
Published on Mon, 7th Jul 2025 at 23:43
Peonies suffice
with the role of the dice;
think twice, did not, yet
thrice I tried,
and memories regale
the mewling advice.
Peonies suffice
with a hand on the dice;
wish twice, now thrice, yet
one is the face,
and memories aloft
in a gleeful
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Published on Sun, 6th Jul 2025 at 22:35
My heart must be a bird, for I have seen it fly away. Immortal, is my fantasy, yet still too far today. Fallen boughs upon the knoll, so nowhere is safe to land? what of me remains to stand, in the hope that she will return ...
Published on Sat, 5th Jul 2025 at 23:57
We outgrew our hearts,
like so many things,
and stentorian silence
is the crown that sings.
Our antique words,
so brittle, unworn,
may rend what dwells,
and yearn to be born.
We outgrew our hearts,
like so many beats,
yet dulcet voices
is the rescue
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Published on Wed, 2nd Jul 2025 at 23:47
The violets are lost,
with roses in dwam,
and carnations weep
where the lilies may meet.
The tulips wonder
where the daisies sleep;
and what of the orchids?
the violets still ask.
The bluebells pine
for the sunflowers heart,
and poppies are
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Published on Mon, 23rd Jun 2025 at 22:05
Beloved! manifestations drip
from this weary earnest heart;
as if someone, maybe a lonely rose,
beseeched an early path.
As carnations weep in soil,
the kind I've yet to spoil,
escort me, my sonorous wren,
as I have yet to sale...
Beloved! manifestations
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Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 21:52
No eye, for this eye;
as for me, you are blind;
as unraveled as the sheets
that await before my sleep.
No rivulets seep from my skin,
no fallacies reign in the deep;
for time is a war of attrition,
nothing more than a tradition;
and what of me, you ask?
my
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World of Wonder
31st May 2025 at 22:43
A Poison Tree
25th May 2025 at 14:39
A Bird, came down the Walk
25th May 2025 at 14:34
Hope is the thing with feathers
25th May 2025 at 14:33
Light breaks where no sun shines
25th May 2025 at 14:26
Fern Hill
25th May 2025 at 14:25
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
25th May 2025 at 14:13
