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The Darkness Before Dawn
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Fallen

When I was little, I held my hands up and there was always a bigger pair there to pick me up, raise me up Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground but I had found a path to heaven, now forgotten as the earth turns 'round; So overcome by confusion, how...? I can't cast my demons out one devil still pulls me down off the earth and off my gentle cloud I lay upon the ground, bloodied, broken, beaten down and lament my fate, silenced now He recalls his immoralities as if they were someone else's little slips and though his words have scarred me much deeper than any knife or whip he parades through town, a man, a god going on about life as

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Literature

Fallen

When I was little, I held my hands up and there was always a bigger pair there to pick me up, raise me up Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground but I had found a path to heaven, now forgotten as the earth turns 'round; So overcome by confusion, how...? I can't cast my demons out one devil still pulls me down off the earth and off my gentle cloud I lay upon the ground, bloodied, broken, beaten down and lament my fate, silenced now He recalls his immoralities as if they were someone else's little slips and though his words have scarred me much deeper than any knife or whip he parades through town, a man, a god going on about life as

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Fodder

Today I must take up arms My weapons have begun to grow dusty I must defend our dreams from harm Though my memory of them is rusty The moon is an eyeball, blank and cold A lamp in the shuttering sky She watches me undo myself Unmoving, as I prepare to die And I've lost my voice so long ago I no longer know how it feels To speak a thought that's solely mine Nor a word I did not steal What god of man am I fighting for? What idea, what master have I? I know not what I'm fighting for Only that I'm prepared to die I have no future but this fire This mindless beast inside me A cruel fate which reflects my own: It kills but cannot think.

Political Poems

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Life

Photos

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Drawings

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Pining

Time flows silently behind closed doors beneath the pores in my skin Runs up the walls and up my nose Won't let go of you the dregs of your memory stain the glass bottom of my morning cup of tea Spelling out signs of my imminent demise My arms hang limply at my sides as you take hold of me Hand in hand, you drag me towards you, you pull the skin from my bones, stretch it, and contort me into all sorts of demented shapes and draw me in maddened whorls and ugly dots I endure your sweet silent torture unto the night, hoping against the odds that your face might still linger in the crisp light of dawn I kiss the wind, the stars, the eart

Random Poems

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Make a Wish

Flowers, Trees, Plants

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Literature

distance

Miles away, so far apart you'd think I'd be out of range but you somehow grasp my heart and water it with pain.

Scraps

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