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The Echoes Mock Me.
Bear with me guys, I'm new to this. I'm not even sure if I am posting it in the right area! HahaIt's rather short, but fitting for my first posting ...
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Blurbs.
WeaknessMy hand is weak,My eyes are numb,To write no moreOr to toil on?My brain is empty,My heart is slow,Write pen. Write. SwimmingCan she dream beyond the dusty,pale surface of the ...
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Nightmares.
A dismal foggy background flying past --I am gliding. Air rushing through my fingertips --I am flying.Adrenalin pulsing in my veins --I am floating.Earth's rocky surface spinning towards me --I ...
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For I Am Unworthy
Been quite down lately, it's a faithful poem, but I encourage those who are not to read. Not all Christians think the same way or feel the same way. Heck, ...
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Mr. Darcy
Doesn't make particular sense, but I was watching the movie today while painting and began to read the book again (for the tenth time). It's just a bit of freewriting ...
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Father Winter
Not my typical style...just bored and wanted something new. This is unedited, so tear it apart if you must! I haven't been writing very well lately.Trees drip in diamond ice,The ...
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Ocean Dreams
O’ cast thy spell My deep blue sea!Let your tender wavesCaress me,Let my troubles float awayIn the foam –O’ lead me toMy secret place!There my heart shall forever stay.O’ none ...
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scribbles.
Scribbles.We are all merely scribbles amongstblack and inky towers on a blank canvas.We are fragments of time,pawns in a heavenly gameof give and take. Destiny is a cruel and jealous ...
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Trees, Ghosts, and an Unreachable Home
The skies of my desiresstretched across eternity,mock me as I standan unmoving tree.Destined to gaze uponone day following another,a ghost merely wishingas time passes by.Stuck in a foreign land,an in
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Post-storm
My shoes are stuck in the mudand I'm just sitting here,waitingfor something extraordinary. But there's nothing at all -nothing but the spring sunpoking through the leaves,and the wind blowing the ...
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(insert interesting title here)
We runthrough the veins of timeOur lifea stringcut by fateand tied by destiny. Has been is will bethere is no beginning and no endOnly timeand my watch is broken.
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What is age to words?
I've lost my pen --my veins are cloggedwith black poison.somehow, the inkstill flows from my fingertips, and I'm not able to stopper it.perhaps the ink is nowrefined,new words formingfrom the ...
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Literary Fantasies
My heart hides in Hogwarts, My soul resides in Narnia,My eyes look to Wonderland,My ears listen for Atlantis.Stuck in the Room of Requirement,I've fallen down the rabbit hole.Where oh where ...