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Unbidden
I never thought to see the day, That our world would be turned to ash, Punished for what we believed, No—in truth, Twas the wrongs we’d driven deep. The pain we’d make our own people feel, Generations from now, They would still kneel, And we would know, That this was our own doing, Unbidden, our demons grow.
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The change,The strange, This world on edge, A path beyond our view. Odd, Dream, Perfect it seems, Or at least it did to you. The faith, The fight, We must soon take flight, If this all stays the same,But the end is not yet in view. It's not to late—to change.
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Guilt of the Dream
Guilt of the Dream
((Hello Everyone, Wandering Poem here, looks like I deleted some short stories shortly before going dark last year. I don't exactly recall why but I think the thought was that I would eventually publish these in some sort of official compacity and get payed for them. That is rather unlikely as it stands so I am reuploading them starting with this one. My short stories can seem a little episodic…
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The Decent
To find the lowest point, We seem to be determined to do, When from the heights we fell, To ponder our failure. Or maybe... We were never as high in the sky, As we believed. Some illusions of our own importantness, With which we were deceived.
To find the lowest point, We seem to be determined to do, When from the heights we fell, To ponder our failure. Or maybe... We were never as high in the sky, As we believed. Some illusions of our own importantness, With which we were deceived.
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In the Distance
In the distance,A small disruption, Will it soon pass, Or change the world?Perhaps,There is no way to know.
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An Unfortunate But Hopeful Update
An Unfortunate But Hopeful Update
Hello everyone, this will probably be my last update for awhile. I found out recently that my partner is pregnant–and as a result my life is changing fast. I’ve had a lot less time for writing, and I suspect it will be even less when my child is born. As such I need to reprioritize my projects and figure out what it is I want to spend my sparse free time working on. I love poetry–and I will keep…
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A form of truth
A form of truth
I want to tell more stories, But I don't know where to begin, Some truths hold out their meaning, Some dreams in the fog they stay. So I'll pluck away at this keyboard, Until the end of time, Seeking those strange stories, Word's are a form of truth, After all.
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These Truths
It's not odd to say, These changes are here to stay, A permanent spring is here. These truths will not disappear.
It’s not odd to say, these changes are here to stay, a permanent spring is here. These truths will not disappear.
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Crisis Update
Hello everyone, I got locked out of my account for a few days due to braking my phone. I managed to get back into my account and everything is going smoother now–or at least as smooth as I can expect things to go. I hope to have more poems and stories posted fairly soon.
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No Path
There is no path, No way to see, Except this strange, Anxiety. There is no path, No dream to be, Power leaks, From eternity. There is no path, Except to be, Can't shake this dream of, Anxiety.
There is no path, No way to see, Except this strange, Anxiety. There is no path, No dream to be, Power leaks, From eternity. There is no path, Except to be, Can't shake this dream of, Anxiety.
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Old Strangers
It was more than an hour on foot to get to the closest town. Riding a Ragaraptor sped that time up considerably. But finding and taming one was always a little difficult, and her mother had never been good with monsters–so she’d never really learned how to tame and handle them. Motorized vehicles were an unrealized dream, and none of the roads were paved anyways so there was no point, unless you…
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Always
Odd as it seems,Stuck in this dream, Unable to complete, Any one hope. Projects scattered about, Like so many leaves,Yet I dream on, Always.
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Change is Relative
In a time, In a space, The world changes, And I stay the same. You can't see, How I change, Relative to the speed of, The meme, You just made. I could never move that fast. And it's hard to see why you want to.
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The Tight Rope
The tight rope, Walked, The balance, Between, What you need, And, What I need, From me. An, Impossible balance, An, Impossible tight rope, To walk.
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Now is the Time
Now is the time, To mourn. All those lights snuffed out. Now is the time, To mourn, Even if you didn't lose anyone, Lend your tears to those who did. If you don't, We may soon run out.
Now is the time, To mourn. All those lights snuffed out. Now is the time, To mourn, Even if you didn't lose anyone, Lend your tears to those who did. If you don't, We may soon run out.
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The Eye
The eye, The eye in the sky, Looks down on all, Judging a world, Unfit to call home. The Eye, The all dreaming eye, Looks down on the waking world, And can't understand, The truth of it all.
The eye, The eye in the sky, Looks down on all, Judging a world, Unfit to call home. The Eye, The all dreaming eye, Looks down on the waking world, And can't understand, The truth of it all.
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Context
How odd that shapes on my screen, Can be given meaning, Through nothing, Nothing more than context. Perhaps context is far more powerful, Than we give it credit for.
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