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Glass Door

October 16, 2020October 16, 2020 Mitchel David Ring3 Comments

The words all laid out on the table, magic spells and treasure maps scratched out by invisible hands...

Posted in PoemsTagged journey, magic, poetry, prison, story, writing

Acid Rain

June 2, 2020June 1, 2020 Mitchel David Ring12 Comments

Out into the storm she went to soak in the acid rain...

Posted in PoemsTagged broken, pain, poetry, prison, storm, writing

Echoes in the Wasteland

February 16, 2020February 16, 2020 Mitchel David Ring8 Comments

Build them high and wide, these walls against the world raise them until the songs of the wasteland fade to whispers and become only echoes lost in the glare of a midnight sun...

Posted in PoemsTagged freedom, poetry, prison, stars, wasteland, writing

Two Prisoners

October 30, 2019October 30, 2019 Mitchel David Ring12 Comments

He who lives in fear gives way to shadows Certain of the doom laid out for him by the stars A patchwork tapestry of fraying ends and holes torn away The words once whispered to him in the deep of night...

Posted in PoemsTagged patchwork, poetry, prison, tapestry, whisper, writing

Under a Moving Sky

October 16, 2019October 16, 2019 Mitchel David Ring9 Comments

Light shows play out along a gossamer thread In air the wild ones breathed A beast of many eyes is ready to lift you out Should color lose its meaning, or gain it anew...

Posted in PoemsTagged isolation, nightmare, poetry, prison, story, wasteland

Earth Gave Way

October 9, 2019October 10, 2019 Mitchel David Ring4 Comments

There was clay in the ground I clawed through Pulling myself back to the surface To sit in a rainstorm I longed for years to feel again And I began to shape the clay...

Posted in PoemsTagged create, dream, escape, poetry, prison, tarkovsky

The Book Tells of a House Made from Wax

August 28, 2019August 28, 2019 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment

Impossible sky of cloud and color Pulsing overhead with the power of the word Like a blow from heaven, march of drum beats, Behind it waits the end of days.

Posted in PoemsTagged escape, light, pathway, poetry, prison, wander
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