Poetry Drafts

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The intrinsic value of the works stems not from the traces of dried ink but rather who wielded the quill

Poetry Drafts / / By

Itโ€™s really annoying when ppl just leave the Tumblr scene, ONLY TO REJOIN WITHOUT A PSA! Same face, same grace (love lost, now regained)

Yea, Iโ€™m looking at you ๐Ÿซต

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When the lonely post finally got noticed it was by a girl who also enjoyed a mouthwash from a guy? โ€ฆ

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You sneezed and trees in fair Olympia
Awoke the god of gods from deepest sleep
In toppling turmoil rose and kissed your cheeks
As if a wind of change had come to greet
The dawn of dawns of Time and Sorrow gone.

Like liquid core about to crack the earth
Spew forth a golden storm of hate and hurt
Untempered torrents swept the land of Man
Like plague and famine both in search of leaves
My pen delined them all in greyest grey
But barely shivers felt or whispers heard
Among the living dead on this scorched Earth
The dawn of dawns beyond all comprehend.

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My past has no shadows, as shadows need light to live.
Life is a dance between light and night
and the darkness of days.

My present has shadows, but no dance
of happiness or merriment
of being a worldly presence.

My future is unrefined, undefined
as the sun may never rise
above the horizon of maybes and likelihood
of a waltz.

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Like treacle. Like treacle I say,
my mind gone blank;
Mindless blinkers steer me
towards the sea
slowly 
towards a sea 
of treacle, like treacle I say
my mind gone blank;
Treacle, like treacle the path 
my thoughts wander
these days
my thoughts wander
wade
through treacle
โ€“ towards no end.

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Dots on the horizon, like deliberately bestrewn breadcrumbs in a dusty fairytale, become my path as I hobble through the loveless land. Broken benches snickers as I sail past on windless days. I chew and chew and chew on every golden dot, seeking sustenance in place of salvation; alas, every gilded moth succumb to the snakeโ€™s salivation โ€“ an offering made of glue to the fools following the crumbs in the stories of old.
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