Tag: writing
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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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Waiting for the Night to Die
Here I stand where the earth breaks away, waiting for the night to die…
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Es Regnet
It was raining when we came to the place where the lines were drawn between auroras of a second sun and the memory of someone else’s past…
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Marching Colossus
All the little movements seem to flow together until unstoppable they break through the wall…
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Post Pending
Hey everyone, I’m headed back to Washington for the summer. Writing this from a hotel room somewhere in Wyoming. Didn’t get a chance to make a real post today but I’ll get back on it ASAP. Hope you’re well, and I’m looking forward to catching up on other’s posts that I missed today. Cheers! Mitch
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Something Left Behind
It’s the open road away from some part of me something left behind that I may never return to…
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Whisper in the Dark
Some nights I would come to in a different bed, woken by a word whispered in the dark…
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A Promise of Morning
I never saw what waited in the shadows until the sun set on a city burning and dusk became a veil over the world…
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There’s a Reason
Maybe there’s a reason for the slow tearing away, the new rifts opening between stepping stones across the river…
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Like This
It wasn’t always like this The walls used to move in the distance slow rolling thunder too far away to hear and rivers gently flowing beneath my feet…
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The Moon Obscured
Ice on skin exposed to night calling to the sky, the moon obscured begging it to crumble away…
Mitchel David Ring 