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A Stark, Old Road Ahead
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
The weakening arrived in time These malfunctions weren't great enough to compel you But the day has come It's something you cannot shake We all ha..
Deafening Compression
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
Our dramatist's record of dissoulution Is the work of his scimitar inked in blood Deafening compression, the exploit of mania To chronicle the warf..
Green Is The Shade of Subtlety
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
Blistering in my eyes Blistering in my skull Heated congestion pouring from the clouds Torrential euphoria, under breathless ecstasy Stringent y..
I Got Something Real For Yo\' A*s In These Hands
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
This is an invasion of the flesh And I'm on the offensive Their triangular arrow-heads rip at splitting ends Like anarchy, they populate, descendin..
Green Is The Shade of The Sound
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
There, the body rose in darkness Here, the body is stopped in the headlights Was this of some greater plan? Or some sick joke.
Why Wouldn\'t You Welcome Change My Friend
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
my first poem after a year of wandering the universe for inspiration
Glascow Enemies
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
The Title has nothing to do with the meaning or actions of the actual poem.
Untitled
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
First Poem back...
Ghastly Zenith
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
We've dissolved patience Until mania leaves us these tracks of ghosts This rave reveilles in the unbound infection, dissection souls Only this ..
Echinacea
A Poem by
Julius Whitfield
Now everyone can bury the fate of the world Wheel in this disarray Wheel in these hoary, black bones If only these hands would stay abound My mi..
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