Tag: writing
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Wanderer of Twilight Worlds
Speak to me in secret tongues, you wanderer of twilight worlds Stolen words you gave to me as treasure maps Drawn in disappearing ink beneath my skin… #poetry #writing #space
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Stars We Forged
I sat with my ear to the wall Listening to all the things you never said While the sound of your heat pulsed Across a distance lost to the wild road…
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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 Strange Thing as of Earth
Tonight they sleep under primeval rain The few chosen to walk above the stars And their hearts prepare for the leaving…
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Out of the East
Out of the East comes crawling nightmare And the deep places of the forest are silent Waiting for the hand that tears at the earth Uprooting ancient guardians to grind them down…
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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…
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Road out of Sanity
Out in the streets the parade marches on A thousand masked faces revel in the night Walking the long road out of sanity…
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Memories of the Lakeside
The stars shimmer and lie still Far from the hours of intoxication Our eyes paint works of art in the sky…
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Empty Canvas
I saw the world come pouring through the window And fall exhausted on empty canvas Guided by the hand of a wayward spirit…
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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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Across the Sky
Broken edges, loose threads Tear away until blood is flowing Beneath ashes carried on the wind Already magic is flowing through our veins…
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The Breath in Your Lungs
Timeless is the message on the airwaves We listen unceasing to the simple words That leave the air shimmering And lights in our eyes, a faint glow of red Or maybe they’re just bloodshot…
Mitchel David Ring 