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Feast

Bring to me the end, The end to everything I ever wanted, The darkness of an emotion, The blight of a man’s failure, Bring it to me.

Lay it at my feet, Praise to it and to me.

Cause everything, All things, Things, They feel different now.

I like it, Feast.

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Back from a long break I have been gone for a long time but I am now back and writing again.

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Me reflecting on a ride home A ride with memory, That dangles in front of me, Like a cold beer. I brought from my mind,

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Sonnet #2 which is more serious than #1 where I discuss my love/hate for poetry. Forever forget the day that reminds, A memory of memories for me, Lost to time, which I hope never to find,

A Restaurant Called Life

A poem about what you expect from life and what you get.

The waiter tall and fat, Called Fatum brings you the trey. Sets it on the black salt covered table. A bowl full of fluid thoughts. Meat and potatoes sticking through, Like problems in a day. Spoonful by spoonful, Into your head, Into your mind. Never filling your hunger, Only filling you with disappointment. Ah, but is it that bland, chunky stew, What you asked for? No, sir. I asked for the…

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A new poem I move freely, My arm can grasp, My legs can run, But I unable to move,

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A new poem I held a bug in my hand, Vibrant and without wings, It crawled around and between my fingers,

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A new poem Give it away, Not a once, But every time.

A Few Words

A new poem

A filter of fear, Whose ending nears, A blood soaked bandit. His blood did not spill, He holds close but not still, The one who holds stares, not back. Razor sharp words, Sharpened by his flinted tongue, Is tracked to the wounds. These are my words, Do not worry about them, Because my words are neither sharp nor smart, My words are blunt and heavy, Which is worst because, It can crush. Taylor’s…

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Follow me

Short story, sub-genre: suicide letter. A man struggling with self identity, literally

Who am I? Dear, Whomever Everything is always different when you can see yourself from yourself and I feel I must write this down before my time is gone. I have always had a joyous outlook on life, maybe a bit under-developed and cynical but nothing really worries me. Things come and go, like a sunset. The sun who is beckoned and captured by the horizon making this beautiful image of hostility…

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Mint Condition

A new poems about memories.

The face so youthful, Surrounded by ephemeral plastic,. Long gone she is, Sitting right in front of me. Hre clothes pressed and silken, Surrounded by ephemeral plastic. Wrinkled, torn, and frayed, The fabric of reality. A grace of angels, Surrounded by ephemeral plastic. The wings nubbed and bleeding, As actions grind the bone. A final goodbye, Surrounded by ephemeral plastic. A first hello, To…

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Maps of Writing, a new poem about how one is to avoid the cliches and chase ones own dream. Traverse the wilds of ambiguity, Each shadow from the trees, Spilling and spelling around you, with the wind to listen,

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The Beast Waiting for you, Waiting for me, Decide what it is that bellows below. It is not hunger, nor is it hate,

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A new poem It's a mirror, That shows who you are, and not who you want to be

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A Waltz in the Dark

Left foot forward, Right foot of the cliff, Hands held tight, Bodies close, Blackness consumes sight. Dance with the demon, Dance with that angel, The breeze of heat, Breaks the cold sweat, Hmm, an ending, So sweet.

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Every Day

Every day I wake up, Make some coffee, Eat some food, I make some plans. Every day I wake up, I think of what to write, Where I'm going, The failings of myself. Every day I wake up, I get tired, and I go back to sleep. Every day I get up, I live a little, I die a little. Every day I wake up, I read of atrocities, I read of miracles. Every day I wake up, I realize new things, About who I am, And how I to wish on day, I would wake up. I hope you enjoy this poem, read more of my poetry at https://thepenthepaintthepictureandtheprincess.com/ Thank you, have a wonderful day.

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