Poetry is where I plant the seeds for my words to bleed.
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The lost maiden, Wanders deep within, With thoughts of him, and what had drawn her in, She willed those thoughts to leave, Recalling the torture she reprieved, The sheer panic and congestion, As he stood towering, with bated aggression, Stocky, wide and unattractive, Unloving the maiden with fierce refraction, He
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I have been stripped of my gift, Of flawless words that I could sift, Left with nothing but flesh on bones, And a mind that brims with unwanted ghouls, And whilst parts of me may wish for release, The release from the grip he has on my soul, A grip
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Dear twisted fate, With your promise I wiped my slate. Took the blade with a trembling grin, Twisted the handle laced with sin. I was embraced by the arms of death, Bound to the pain oozing from his breath. Shunned the torment escaping my eyes, Became the object of his
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For an observer, I do nothing but watch what has come of my people. Blinded by golden hills of greed, heedless of the agonised screams. Of children whose skin peeled back from flesh, and brittle bone ground to ash. People who shed tears for forgotten wars, buried beneath concrete and
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I pressed my head against the cool glass of the window, my gaze cast downwards, focused on nothing but the clouds that clung together. Trees flooded with purple balls of blossom intertwined, swaying in the light breeze, as tiny sparrows planted their delicate feet upon the thin branches. I found
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They sing songs of my freedom, So I spread my wings, and soar across the sky. Feathers brush plump cloud, Withdrawing and revealing the golden halo, That is the king of the sky. He rises to greet his loyal subjects, sky, cloud, and me. The song of the heartbeat. Peace
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Besides being a full time teacher at a local secondary school, there were several things Jace would do to ensure that his bills were paid and his stomach was full, especially when the rent of his house took up most of his salary. He would visit the lady down the
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Darkness flooded his mind, breaths laboured, blood rushing in his ears. His thumb grazed over the initials engraved into the wooden handle gripped in his fist, knuckles wound tight around the hard surface, thumb never ceasing its circular movements. Troi yanked on the hood of his jacket, winding it tighter
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Learning from a mistake, nothing but a failure, Let me tell you a story, It all began with betrayal. They came from every corner, diving for my soul, They craved a fulfilling silence, and removed what made me whole. Binding the maiden to her fears, They poured mockery into her