Tag: free verse
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Where the Sky Begins to Fall
Point out to me the road away from evergreen Where the forest grows sparse and the sky falls Flowing like rain to fill in the empty spaces…
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You Were Never Lost
You were never lost to the mist of dead time You went there willingly, triumphant in defeat With a voice of thunder crying out over fields of drought…
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Broken Things
Gather round this flame with all the rest and listen to talk of broken things in these catacombs of all we never said…
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Midnight Things
Wake to a world that raves at its own reflection And listen to the lies it tells Midnight things that almost make sense But fade away with the morning and leave you…
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The Lives of Others
Out among the places where rats live with vermin the voiceless masses protest their lack of anything to say by striking out blind against a world that swallowed them…
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Down the Hall
There’s noise coming from down the hall And the walls seem like they’re breathing A tired routine has brought me to this place To sit for a while with evil and hear its thoughts…
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In the Still Madness
In the still madness of night I came awake And listened to the whispers in the hall Footsteps coming and going, laughter in the dark…
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Across the Dead Valley
It was out across the dead valley Engines grinding against the strain Blue smoke released to trace the movement of the air Leaving behind clues to its own existence
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Markings in the Sand
From outside these walls absolution is a memory And exaltation seems a thousand miles away But I’ve seen the faces in the hall of deliverance Longing for all they were promised…
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Out in the Storm
The things I saw out there Just before the veil came down to hide my eyes Before I was dragged away to stand trial And hear my crime read out to me…
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The Closed-in
The closed-in world is here around me In my bones, under my skin down to the soul And all the fires rage far away from this place With ice in my fingers I long for the flame…
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The Grey Country
Weeping skies over the gray country Mourn all promises the dead cannot keep And wash away ink from the pages of a recycled soul…
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A Falling Star Came
A rising sound screaming through confusion Or a lost spirit singing in shadow Longing for a fire in the night to light the way This sound like a falling star came…
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Watching the Flame
You came in the night and left before morning And all the world was on fire The sky streaming down in a haze of color To lie in the streets beneath all the smoke…
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Toward the Witching Hour
As the clock face moves on toward the witching hour I’ve kept the moon company this night Watching candle wax collect and overflow Onto a table wrought from hallucination…
Mitchel David Ring 