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Turning off the engine and the lights,the fisherman let his boat come to a stall.From the last light of sunset he saw his wake,and knew he would go no..
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Just a short poem I thought I’d share with you guys, I didn’t mean for it to be so dark but I couldn’t bring myself around to change..
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Here’s an attempt of mine on a love poem. Hardly anything to speak of but I want to add in something more lively than the stuff I usually upload..
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Your bricks crack like broken teeth-shards of glass become your wreath.Streetlights are snapped like broken bones,A city-block now a heap of stones.In..
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Whiskey makes my writing longer,especially if I take it stronger.The taste leaves a burn lasting-unless I mix it to ease its passing.I can drink you o..
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Give me back your crowded streets,show me the glory of your past.Into dark alleys your spirit retreats,conquerors in your squares amass.The kingdom di..
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I walk alone between the rocks,once molten lava, now sharp stone.Overgrown with thick green moss,boulder and man stand alone.
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Monsters rise from the ground,wrought from iron, glass, and concrete.An old world undershadows drowned,their conquest nearly complete.Grotesque forms ..
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A sun that radiates no heat,shines brightly in the North.From Summers joys a country cheats,while it travels back and forth.Give me instead Winters da..
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