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Consumed
It will take us, it will shred us. It will use us up, if we let it. This world that we call our home. This place we roam, always alone. It drives us mad with its demands, Driving us on, towards the summer lands. Can we stop it? I think not. We found out too Continue reading
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Sanity
Sanity departs in unexpected times. When things happen that can break your mind. We block out it, hide from the sight. As inside it grows, a festering blight. It eats at up, seeking every chance, To take out bodies, in a cruel dance. It echoes through the heart and soul. Waiting to send us into Continue reading
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Thoughts
Forlorn thoughts drift through the mist. Each one wields a desperate wish. Plaguing the mind with creeping doubts Making one wish to scream and shout. There is no one to help in the tying times. We simply buckle down and pretend to be fine. Yet we are not, far from it inside. The place where Continue reading
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Losing Your Voice
The screaming and shouting take their toll. They make one dive into a shell. To fight back makes it worse, For do you not live already in hell? If you say anything it grows so much worse. Keep silent and they still make it hurt. Sometimes you think you’ll leave in a hearse, As they Continue reading
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Shadowy things
Twisting, burning, ever seeking. Shadows seeping, mists are creeping. Through the blackened abyss they go, Onward to spread despair and woe. Through our minds, a victim they will find. In chains of doubt they will surely bind. Fetters of insecurity, thoughts so unkind. With these they bind us, make us blind. We seek escape, will Continue reading
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Tired
I just want to sleep. So deep that I do not dream. For into them will nightmares creep, And I shall wake with a scream. Exhaustion claims my soul. My head spins, I fall I sprawl. Filled with undending woe, As the dark things slither and crawl. Into my head they creep, Into my soul 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
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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