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24 11, 2017

Autumn’s End

November 24th, 2017|Poems|0 Comments

How full we become at autumn’s end our red, yellow and orange nature, give no hint to what we will become how we will fall to the ground dry up and blow away snow will take its place on barren branches turning our trees to colder heavens nothing remaining of the brilliance they once held ...

24 11, 2017

Autumn

November 24th, 2017|Poems|0 Comments

Last thing I remember We were under the stars, Now when I wake I wonder where you are. I was a mountain, I used to be king But I don’t feel like it Or really, anything. Except maybe drifting, Slowly slipping astray. A sense of something missing That won’t go away. I hear your name ...

24 11, 2017

Palindrome

November 24th, 2017|Poems|0 Comments

I don't think they'll understand. I don't roll the dice or check my hand I have a plan. Here, rip open my chest, take everything that's left. All I need is patience, slowly planning greatness. One step at a time up the sandpaper I climb. Realizing real lies, here lies my real life. Thankfully I ...