A couple of free-verse

[Between Epochs]

I am open to criticisms and suggestions; I am eager to learn more since I just started with free-verse poetry.


A conversation with myself


It was a night with cola and rum.


Two of the best friends in solitude.


Babble, babble, babble; then silence-


stars shoot down int the dark horizon.


“Why so quick?” Said one who didn’t see…


Too precious for everyone…


“Must’ve been a virgin,” We laughed.


Babble, babble, babble, then silence.


“No really why so quick?” Then I pondered-


“At least they didn’t stop for anything,”


Passersby look at me strangely.

That riddle with the changing man

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Horses at dawn



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On the horizon they run slowly-



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maybe.



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Clouds in front of the blood red sky-



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The beginnings of war.



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They travel to the heat of midday



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peace and bright slumber.



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The horses time travel.



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The clouds time travel.



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A religion



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of life.



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War, peace, death.



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All in one-



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day.

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The moth


Deny the moth its light and-


give it darkness.


Feed, fuck, fight it with-


abysmal intent.


Only then will you have made


hungry, hung-up, and hungover-


the creature’s new religion.


Then look at its eyes when it goes down on you.


You realize-


you’ve made a mistake.
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[Dusky]

I'll look at these momentarily, but in the meantime please take a gander at this:


Note From Staff: Please Don't Flood

 

[Between Epochs]

Oh holy cow! I am so sorry! My laptop was lagging and I didn't notice that I posted this three times. Oh I am so so so sorry!

 

[Dusky]

-tee hees- It's alright! I doubt the mods will get on your case for technical difficulties.~


-bookmarks this for critique, later-