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I's killing loneliness
Now loneliness is killing me
This sadful curse
'S become my weird gift
You're not the reason
For it, nor the remedy.
How bitter! bitter is
This mutial amnesty... -
Seer
stars collapse and dont repine ( Read more... ) -
untitled poem by Kevin Trent Boswell
a pinch of madness
the insane notions of a poet, sorcerer,
a singer of peculiar songs,
the rhythmic, vain ideations of one
who conjured strange creatures
from the cauldron of creation
over and beyond this threshold,
you partake of the leisures of sound and sultry syllable
lessons and lectures and laughters
and the lesions of wounded minds,
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This was one I wrote a long time ago ( Read more... ) -
midnight vows
we keep our energy to ourselves,
mixing our colors,
becoming plum-hearted.
becoming addicts.
honey-lit in the alley, making promises;
you keep
insisting on a kind of strike-slip
between my skin
and the roughest part of that cement.
you crawl inside my head
and look out through
my mahogany dream:
it's still a visceral scene
of you and me(baby -
morning
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Keep fighting
If the world tells you to stop, to unfollow your dreams,
Let it fuel your fire, pour on that gasoline;
More often than not, the enemy is internal, draining all of your energy,
No matter how much you out in, the result is the same, pure entropy;
Search high and low, you will find your strength,
Continue along your path, no matter the length.
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