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Stuggle

A Poem by William Coad

People standing, in a row all of them screaming and not one of them knows what for. People fighting words are writing a million trickles in..

The birds

A Poem by William Coad

But its not like I stood on the tip of my tongue, and waited for these words to play me for fun. And its not like it took you more than one h..

For Fear of Black Blood

A Poem by William Coad

Though none of us care to admit that we do, everything we fear that will come true is that we will be infected, and fall to the flood that our v..

So much for nothing

A Poem by William Coad

So much for reason. I guess its a fact, there is such a thing as white and black. And some much for passion compassion and so on, its not re..

Feelings of Night

A Poem by William Coad

You've got to love the feeling that when left alone when left in black when feeling nothing but walls and walls when everything feels like so..

Of Naught

A Poem by William Coad

Vacuous voids of nothing and sensuous sounds of naught. Emptiness needs no meaning, and what it had we forgot. Were there no reason or age..

Sometimes

A Poem by William Coad

Sometimes I wonder why We all live on a wind on a breeze. Sometimes it feels like the tempesting waves of the sea But no matter the w..

The Island

A Poem by William Coad

In the middle of a sea on an island made of pearls sits a tower made of diamonds and the heart of a girl. With a thousand feet between ground..

Space, the Thing that's Between Us

A Poem by William Coad

Light as it flashes across the electrically lit sky Waves as she crashes across the seas as they writhe Shadow as they're cast over sh..

The Pyre

A Poem by William Coad

The pulsing,the weaving,the unnerving mass.The anger,the hatred,they cut you in half.The turmoil,the tantrum,the oil on water.The fire,and the ice,and..