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The Bookstore
The sign grabbed my attention and would not let go.Books. Used. New. Rare. Buying. Selling.Scratched in paint, a neat white column of lettersThat draws me down into the undercroft.Inside I find a man who appears even older than his waresSquinting at the world through gold spectacles.The musty smell of old dust jackets, leather, yellowing pagesFills…
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Darkening Day
When the shadow passed overhead, I despairedAlthough it wasn’t as painful as I’d hopedThere was no fanfare to announce its arrivalOnly a slow crawl toward emptiness as the fog grew thickNo warning sounded as the shades darkenedPassion fading to grey ink stains on a tattered membraneCracked shells of hatched memory scattered behind the curtainThis path…
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Like Us
The world is cold and dark with pockets of warmthNot the other way around.Like a city in winter—darkness filling in cracks betweenInsulated apartments, thick-paned windows to keep out the nightWhere hunger dwells.But the night must sometimes be braved.To live always in warmth is to be helpless when the cold comesWhen journeys are completed, or failed,Retreat…
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Hiding
Why are you hiding down there?There’s nothing out here that will hurt youNothing to be afraid of.I see you breathingIt’s the only reason I noticed youThe soft rising of your chestOr is that your back?I really cannot tell.Now I see you movingComing slowly out into the light.Please go back.I did not realize— You weren’t hiding…
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Symphony of Two
This couch is our throne in shadowSeeping through the open windowsPooling on the carpet and hiding us from the world.It’s too easy to believe in evil at times like this.Melt with me into the nightAnd let us hope we disappear togetherLost to the world—or fleeing it.Who will chase us before the way back is closed?The…
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There May Be Something to This Writing Thing After All
Is it strange that we living beingsSearch for meaning on silver screens?Or that we scan ink spots printed neatly on paperTo find the truth of our existence?Until I wrote these questions, I didn’t know.Now, my answer is no.Each one of us contains some piece of the truth.Small or large, dim or bright, quiet or deafeningThe…
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Lights Out
There were people inside when the lights went out.The roads emptied, the world was still.Starlight whispered in the night— A million worlds in the depths of nothingWhere we were never meant to go.Find the way through, come back with light For those huddled in the darknessWho wait for the return of sweet air.Cold breath that…
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ROE
How many times must I bleed across a pageBefore my veins run dry?Is there an end to these words I find so beautiful?‘You’re either with me or against me,’He said with absolutely no regard for human complexity.‘Follow me, or fade into oblivion.’A fate that is our birthright, should we follow him or not.Play the game,…
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The City I Dream
In my dreams I walk through a cityI do not know which, but it is ancient.All around are the great works of its peopleThough they appear unweatheredTheir craftsmen are nowhere to be found.The beauty fills my heart with sadnessAnd my mind with fear.Over everything lies a deep expectancyAs if I am waiting for the comingOf…
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My Next Big Purchase
I could buy a boat and disappearDip below the horizon and enter a new worldDraw life from the sea, guidance from the starsSwell and heave with the wild tideConverse with monsters of the deepDrop anchor in strange waters andSleep under moonbeams scented with myrrhIn harbors of lands unmapped, unknownThe lifeblood of the Earth could be…
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The Long Road
Blue fades to black and a sparkle of moonlightHold me close and tell me we made itBreathe eternity and listen to the song of timeWhile home collects new dust that will never be cleared away.Our road ended when it reached the starsBut our journey has not yet begun.Now memory is a racing heartbeatA shudder at…
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Mitchel David Ring 