Tag: time
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Everything Left Behind
Softly the last vestige of light fades from eyes filled with gray years, gazing through an open window out to sea…
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Lucid
I was there when the shadows fell lucid for a breath before tossed beneath the surface and lost in technicolor visions of the stars…
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Digital River
Deeper in, the walls come alive. Trust me. Just go a little further and you’ll see the lights like veins pulsing in the darkness. Like a digital river flowing through the rock.
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They Might Have Been Hazel
She spoke to me without a voice and a bullet tore through the walls of my soul laughing all the way to the screaming end…
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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…
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Waves of a Silent Sea
From out of the west come visions of gold Playing in the eyes of a man atop his deathbed The long moments become waves of a silent sea Rolling inexorable to the city wall…
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City in the Sky
A city in the sky, melting into the horizon Nations gather in the harbor, the deep water below Darkness connection the world by sand bars and shipping lanes
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Lamentation of a King
It stares defiant across this crowded room And the faces between us are invisible The barrier of insurmountable time crumbles Walls heaving with the weight of a thousand stories
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Moonbeams
A blanket on the world, thick, oppressive Stars digging their way through the sky In an effort to reach the surface below
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Out of Reach
Time walked a straight path from the morning On a collision course with rapture Then all melted in a haze of something like color, but more A distant scream was a song on the breeze
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Storms Ahead
It is the mist-filled vision behind eyes older than time Laughter echoing off walls too high to scale
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Hole in the Wall
How long have I been here?The ink shadows have not movedPerhaps they never doIn this light that seeps into the world.I know it does not touch meI am a blank space on the wallA word erased, waiting for the writer to think of a better oneStanding in this hall of concrete.Have I always been here?I…
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The River
The walls close in, distorted, Funneling me toward a door That separates my soul from the divine. Through the keyhole lies a world Whose edges fade into the space Between truth and lies. A river of grief flows among the brambles, Scorching its way across a blackened plain. It’s arms scrape meaning From dirt that…
Mitchel David Ring 