Tag: mind
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Of Faith and Fate
I gaze over Terra, beyond the boundariesOf the swaying tree lines and washing winds,that divide fantasy from reality,and vigorously choke wicked courage from my lips. I stand steady on the spilling cliffof sweltering memories, screaming death and defiance,stealing faith with condemning fate,drifting off the path of elegance and empathy. I regain footing in free fall,and…
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Inventory of Our Words
They crack the safes hidden in our portrait of communication. an intercourse of social science, flooding the streets of civilized city structures, isolating outstretched pastures beyond urban diction. We paint the portraits of expressive thinking. They map the blueprints for oratorical robbery. The rural fires of our desires are diminished. The ashes scraped into our…
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Night’s Turbines
Awake in the presence of Night, he claims the dreams from me, and leads me onto my feet. Noxious whispers clutch my lungs, and drill madness into my bones. The mocking shadows hide behind night’s body, stretching to the yellow walls. I shoot my arms through Night’s body and grip the switch of illuminating armor.…
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The Death of a Crane
She laid down the pen. Gently, she closed the diary as she placed it on the table. Leona finally decided to step through the door. She saw the light in the distance as Death took her hand and guided her towards the soft glow. She was gone. Her family stood around her bed, stricken by…
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Frostbite Lobotomy
Doctor Moreau retracts his claws, says,“You are running out of time,” says,“Your eyes are falling out,” says,“Your spirits are escaping your sockets.” “Don’t let us go,” my eyes screech.“You have no say,” the doctor responds, “Your ears have developed cochmognitis.”I don’t understand.I ask. He responds.“Your ears wake no frozen rivers.” says,“No tinny frequencies can unfasten…
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Toxic Time Machine
In this barren and hazy asylum,Of reveries and anxious ruin,I enter this toxic time machine,Never knowing where the next trip will lead me,Senses numb as the motions blur. Now in the clutches ofthe intoxicationspoolinginto my steps In the confusion, she sensesmy discomfort andleads meaway to the waiting room irony synchronized to the dissolutionof her disjointed…
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Checkmate
Compressed under violet, grey, and black sky,I stand atop this solitary stone fortressthat grips to the mountain. The peak emerges slightly abovethe lively, biting shadows,shaped into mechanical fog covering,filling the invisible base of the alpand billowing like binding claws stretched around the rest of the world. Beneath my feet, a chess board resides.The dancing torch…
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The Inspired Traveler
Though I’ve not traveled much in the past couple of years, it has always been in the back of my mind. When can I get away and how can I afford the luxury only select few can afford? Well, it also hit me that time is very limited and traveling is often used to inspire…
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