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Ode to IcariumOde to Icarium1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lonely Ascendant wanders accompanied
By an indispensable and replaceable friend.
The noble slayer of innocents,
Who makes gods tremble in his lowly wake.
A gentle, peaceful soul
Whose rage makes the world shiver.
He travels infinitely in a finite world,
To discover a truth built on lies.
His companion assists him in his journey,
And keeps it from finding an end.
A Place to HideA Place to Hide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Place to Hide
It is difficult to remember a time that I didn't need a place to hide.
Try as I might, to go further back in my childhood memories, thinking,
" Ahhh, here I did not need to hide!".
Yet after further inspection of my memories,
around that space in time, I find…
I still needed a place to hide.
Some folk, who believe in going so far back they analyze womb memories,
would say that I never wanted to leave the womb,
that already then, I needed a place to hide.
But there they would be wrong, I was two weeks early, not late.
The womb was neither the place or time -
I wanted to hide.
The place I always have wanted
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DownfallDownfall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's n
Sta.sh
