poems
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The Edge
I stand in the edge of a dual abyss Wondering to which do I turn. On either side I can tell something is amiss. Yet I yearn to plunge in, no I burn. One leads to madness, deep and dark. Filled with agony, despair, and discordant thought. It beckons me sweetly, with it’s sweet song. Continue reading
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Swirling Words
Swirling around, filled with sound. The joy of words will always abound. It’s fun to play and sling the words. For joy can be found, in the sounds I’ve heard. Sometimes they rhyme But not all the time. Sometimes they conjure images So life like and vivid. Whimsical in nature, and seldom understood. The written Continue reading
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Losing it
Chains of crimson rage, make up the bindings of my cage. Lost within this deadly haze, a foreboding of my coming craze. I see red all around, it’s a color, or perhaps a sound. It bleeds through everything it touches, grasping it all in sinister clutches. It fills me with it’s rage. My mind goes Continue reading
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Mudslide
Murky clouds cover the skies, the birds they flee all we hear are their cries. Away they rush lest they die. Lighting flashes thunder rumbles, boom sounds roar and tumble. We rush for doors, on the knob fumble, away from the coming storm. Rain falls in a torrential sheet, as if the skies do surely Continue reading
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Life
Life is all about taking a chance, as it leads us along on such a merry dance. Which will will go, to the left or right? No one knows until the end is in sight. We take the chance and play our part, we speak the words from our heart. We take our shot in Continue reading
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Churning
Water writhing like serpents here, as the was draw ever near. Twisting, hissing, bubbling, no longer clear. As the waves climb we feel fear. A roaring rush is all we heard, as the waters heave and rise again. When will it stop, when will it end. Growing shapes beneath the waves, creatures from the darkest Continue reading
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Sylvan shadow
Like a rolling tide the mist goes by, gray and thick what in it hides? Will it pass us by? Or will we get a nasty surprise. From the mist comes shrieks and howls. Deep and wild, throaty growls. Shadows live within the shroud, through our minds they every prowl. The imagination makes wild things Continue reading
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Writing
Writing can be a challenge. It takes you many places. Sometime wonderous, often hellish spaces. In our minds there are many doors, some should always stay closed. But too often we have to take a peak, and for that misery we reap. Hair pulled out, nails chewed up. The list of woes can go on Continue reading
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Thoughts at Bay
I cannot keep them out of my mind. No matter where I turn they seem to come, chains of misery with which they bind. I’m blasted back through time, no reason and no rhyme. They take me places I wish to avoid. Places where hope is null, life is void. I hear the words in Continue reading
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Value
We all have value. We all have worth. Even when others make us feel like dirt. When they make us wonder why we are even here. And why anyone would want to be near. You’re important to the right people. They see your colors true. They will never make you feel used, feel down. Or Continue reading
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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