Category: Poems
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The Hanged Man
The clouds that morning were the kind that said someone, somewhere, had been hanged in the night.
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The Withering
So heavy is the burden of a constant rain, watching it splash in little puddles on the window sill, the droplets collecting just to overflow…
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A Voice Softly Calling
This is the emptiness that brings absolution, the long-sought silence, the deep breath before a blind leap…
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Visions of the Sea
And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’…
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Sensation in Shadow
Sensation in shadow is this intoxication breathing in the vapors together and watching the walls turn to rivers flowing away…
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Slow Circles
It’s always night when new horrors come. Only in the hours between consciousness, the dreamwalker’s realm…
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Knife Edge
Skin pressed to a glass wall, flesh taken the shape of servitude and lungs filled with a feeling of dying…
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Apple Blossoms
I knew before I even left that place that I would return again one day of many to see the waters flow…
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The First Ritual
Those on the road wailing at the stars came to the crossroads and met eyes smoldering…
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Light a Fire
Even if the wall seems built miles high, a door is waiting to open. Light a fire and the smoke may reveal it…
Mitchel David Ring 