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Poetry I was a writer once.
Mine On my bed I lay As sleep I do delay A moment more I stay Awake as I betray The one I've yet to meet As I soil both soul and sheet I toil alone in lust Alone, yes, very alone, I trust But a moment of time To taste the sweet sublime An eye flutters expectantly I glimpse something... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Melodious Bog When times are tough And I'm swallowed whole I head out to the bog Strapped with my banjo I wade through the muck And dodge the bats I find a log to sit upon After a few gentle taps I pull my friend free Letting his straps just hang Then I pluck his strings Each speaking its own... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Dreaming to Find Sometimes at night I like to dream About fantastical things And places unseen I'm looking for something In those visions I search through caves And lofty villas Have I found it? I cannot say But my longing only Makes me stay Brings me back The following day I awake to life But... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Dealings With Neighbors Familiar streets and familiar faces Tons of fun hangout places Alas, they are ruined now All because THEY came to town We had fun when it was just US Same old, same old is always a plus But now the same just isn't the same Among our labels there is now a new name 'THEM'... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Rise Up and Walk An outstretched hand May you reach for it From your place on the floor Paralyzed as you are I know you've strength enough For one last fight Raise thyself I say Rise up and walk Take up the rags you wallow in Wash yourself in the new day sun Purify your silhouette In the gilded... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Jareth Better them than me I'll just sit here quietly Alone in my head Talking with the dead This is how it must be There's no one to blame but me The fault is mine Though no one can tell me why But that's alright My suffering just might Make things easier for others Who no longer have mothers... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
You, Us, and What We Could Have Been I found you to be something Worthy of my attention I wanted you--more than anything But it's all a mess now You died and I have vacancy That was never filled Except by numbing agents That made it hurt all the worse When they wore off I remember you now I... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Satellites Do you see them? See them now? The thousands of satellites Falling to the ground? Watch them burn Through the air Catching the stars In their flare See them change Look again Like fallen angels They descend Former glories Left behind Lost forever In the race against time Look once... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
The Dock and the Depths I am here again This place, this lake From the shore it seems so small But the dock reveals the truth A hesitant step And another The planks are old and worn But they support me They always do The dock takes me out there Over the water Above the deep I am scared of... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Below the Dock I've been here before It is known to me From the shore I step Onto a dock submerged below One Two Three inches of water The water ripples, Ripples, ripples Out Away from me as I walk the dock Below is the deep Deep now, not before I stare into the deep Did it stare back? The... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Sails Tether me, tether me. Let not the gust take me away. A storm has come and verily The night has replaced the day. The sea churns, and the trees do bend. The heavens howl with audacious gales. Through waves of panic my heart will rend Unless I unfurl my sails. Cast down the binds and... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
From the Treetops When the sun is setting and all you knew Comes tumbling down in front of you Come to the woods for a late evening stroll. Where there are no roads and the only toll Is the affection you had for what matters most. Release them into the aether and offer a toast! The end of the... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Dirge of the Dryad Follow the hills into the woodland tide, An emerald sea that leaves the city behind. Tread the path of a dryad's ghost But tarry not near the scarp by the coast. There by the cliff sits a cottage with an unstringed bow, And of the one who wields it, it's best not to know... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Winter's Night in Three Parts Called on the wind of the tundra's breath Granted amnesty in summer's death Stolen light of faded constellation Behind burning mountains guarding the nation The one brought in is now going out A final breath of daylight's clout Farewell is traded for salutation... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
Will-o'-the-Wisp Wanderer will-o'- The wisp divine Could you help me Pass a bit o' time? I've been lost here in These woods all day So it seems that I will have to stay By your ethereal Ghostly light tonight Might you guide My fading sight? I know the way It can't be far Tonight you'll be My... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
When We Were Young Twiddled thumbs Hallway bums Locker hearts Streetwise smarts Passing grades Friendship braids Shuffled pages Transient stages Ringing bells Inner hells Passing glances Timid dances Folded notes Exchanged coats Carried books Kissing nooks After hours Freezing showers Secret... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
The Performing Art/Cruel Stage I came out here into the light. I unveiled myself before your sight. I faced you with my truth. I reached for an embrace that you refused. I came out here onto the stage. My peaceful heart now fills with rage! You feign friendship to protect your peace. But my... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
In Your Absence This was our bed Ours The depression on the right Should be filled with your form I should feel your heat beside me But the nights are cold now With tattered sheets That no longer smell of you Here is the vanity Yours Where is your silhouette In that dusty reflection No longer... -
Poetry I was a writer once.
I s o l a t i o n you in there are you safe in there wrapped in your blankets locked in your room the animals outside don’t even think of you afraid of them them oblivious of you whimpering infant swaddled babe the shadows grow taller when you become afraid i thought i was safe i thought i was... -
Other [Isekai Hell] Summer Writing Comp
Jareth In a cottage somewhere in the wilds of Ryke, Jareth was waking on the morning of his birthday. He lay in his bed a moment as a yawn escaped him; the significance of the day had yet to set in, it seemed. Sitting up, his legs slid out from under the covers and dangled off the side of his...