Tag: poetry
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Hope Springs Eternal
Taste of the hope which springs eternal though it flows in caverns deep within…
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Neon Lies
It can’t be more than a façade, a smokescreen placed over eyes searching for a way to stop the blood flowing…
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Smoke Signals
Nights the walls come alive and wonder at the hand pressed against them, searching for a pulse inside…
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Marionette
It’s the mask that gazes out over the world as the eyes behind play host to a thousand sighs…
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Digital Relics
Rushing in to find things hidden in the dust— digital relics left behind to waste away, to rust in the rain coming through a broken ceiling…
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Pastel Masterpieces
What was said was an anthem screamed into heaven, interpreted by wanton devils wandering mundus, seeking revelation and creating their own pastel masterpieces…
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What’s in the Past
All that can be said has faded away and still we stand here, each waiting for the other to speak…
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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
Just on the other side of this wall the shadows move walking through stories I’ll never know carried by sensations whose ghosts I see…
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While the World Sleeps
There’s this sensation of freefall all the time. Even when walking while the world sleeps the sky seems just to be letting go…
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What the Mountains Knew
Feast on it, this fresh blood of a world slain, and know what beauty and what horror lived here where the fire burned brightest…
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Waking
This bitter cup reminds me of what waits— dissolution at the far off edges where things fall apart…
Mitchel David Ring 