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fogsanctum · 10 months
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I have a book I’ve self published it’s called The Morning Dove Blues. This is my first book I’ve ever published at the age of 28. It’s a 56 pages of poems I wrote during the start of COVID lockdown.
It’s just a way to begin a step towards publishing.
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https://poetizer.com/book/b8be3cd7-e87e-4a7e-9380-2f2f9534ada5
It would mean a lot to me if you shared it and gave it a look.
Thank you
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lotusiguess · 2 years
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A Prince’s Journey
A prince walk, Through the forest he goes, He soon met a mademoiselle, One that had skin like a translucent mirror, Approached he goes in yearn to ring her, An ambuscade of trolls occurred, Yet his mind still obscure from his yearning, Yet he found victory nearly obsolete by those beasts, Then came the mademoiselle to profess a feeling of love, Towards the prince that battled without rancour, He stood up and left without a word, It strucked him, It was a canvas, She was the flower on it, As pretty as it looks, It doesn’t smell, It doesn’t have a texture, Humbled the reacher to admire it, As it is an illusion, As it is a distraction, It thought him to overtake, To the thing that sought by many called love, To build a kingdom, To build an army
-Lotus
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rainydayrabbit · 8 years
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The Fool
“Something I’ve always wanted to try”
I’ll give you two answers because one is true but entirely lame. I’ve always wanted to try octopus, but I don’t want to pay for it out at a restaurant in case I don’t like it. I’ve always wanted to try to go diving because I think it would be beautiful but…I have a fear of deep water so…
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carcrashinghearts · 9 years
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August 4th
HEY!!!! THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!!!August - what is the worst thing you’ve ever experienced? Hmm the first thing that comes to mind is that time in 3rd grade when I dropped the other class’ pet turtle at recess. It was a total accident, and everyone hated me. Or school in general is a trip and a half.
04 - do you play a musical instrument? Oh geez this will be probably be a long answer. I’m music obsessed. I play piano, guitar, uke, bass, a bit of drums, synth, etc… I play a total of like 13 instruments. I had a lot of time on my hands while growing up.
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poetryriot · 9 years
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The River
You came through the raining window pane, your hair silk among the grey outside my window. You sat next to me in my chaotic state, you said I was looking okay, but I knew you were only being kind. Your white clothes made you look like an angel, the sun was showing over the clouds. The light seem to bask around your silhouette, as if it was used to your being. You smiled with a sincerity, for a moment I felt my weight go away.
You cupped my hand around yours, you spoke softly of your time away with a joy and calmness. I stared at you in a daze, my mind cluttered with fear and confusion. You saw the pain in my eyes, you saw the sorrow in my soul. You kissed me softly on my cheek, and told me how much you enjoy being here. I smiled and felt a warmth in my heart, a flame that had seen darkness for decades.
You looked at me with sadness, and I began to fill with worry. You told me off our limited time, and said you would have to leave. I looked at you with a sickness and dread. My eyes filled with tears, and I grabbed your hand tightly. I said I can’t lose you again, the pain I felt I don’t want to feel again.
You looked at me and said you were sorry you had to leave, and said that you loved our time together again. I said please don’t go, you are the only thing that makes me feel less broken. You said that I know it hurts, but you can go on, and you’ll always have the memories. You said when I wake up, I’ll be in tears, so you gave me a last kiss before the time came.
You went through the window bane, the sun had turned the outside to spring, and I saw the riverbed flow again. You went away and I woke up, with those tears in my eyes. I wrote this down, to remember the moment. I sent it down the river, hoping it will find you wherever you are. Down the river, I hope I’ll see you somewhere.
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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Little Blue Marble
here’s to the axis of space
caught in the cosmic lace
mother natures only mercy
given shelter to these animals worthy
vaulted into the magma lakes
all our hopes anger and quake
the roar of that digital drake
as we atone for empty mistakes
all that claims of this land
will burn the nails into the hand
the burning days of a Facebook ban
realize we are under corporate command
that’s our common denominator
our lust to be terminators
of all that tries to be sincere
nuclear power, to kids calling others queer
that’s the dreams we’ve set for the young
get that anger and hate washed on the rung
as a blue marble spins with no masters hung
all of these days are the Greek theater tongue
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fogsanctum · 4 months
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it’s all set in motion
just unsure what’s the role
tapered fangs and bats hang
all dark on the autumn water
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fogsanctum · 8 months
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work till the night, tired and full of fright
a bed with moonlight, to lull my head and dream of might
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fogsanctum · 9 months
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Heartache will always resonate, commiserate
Enjoy that you, have someone to hold on to
The sunset you’d been waiting for
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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Thank God For Brendan Fraser
planes in the air
the grass of state fairs
winter freezes
leave soul creases
the plants and the animals
they eat each other
something to cover
brother to mother, sister to cover
heart hymnals to sing and discover
grass growing
yellow skies gray lines
showing
people chase and rivers
continuing flowing
and the plants and the animals are linked
and I’m the same
same as I was
young
now I’m old
planes always fly bold
overhead it’s the same
trails and vapors of the same
Hopefully there is leave
reprieve for the delicate of heart
of pure action and gentle smart
something to grasp
the good of God
even though
it’s been a broken cart
no astronomer to chart
the route back to
the start
where wheels of light
gave might
kisses with young dreams
hands in soft seams
a movie under the moon
paperback edition of these times soon
a hand held in another can light the ships maroon
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fogsanctum · 2 years
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faster waves of blue moon dreams
that crash into the genesis
of a marble home finish
to measure the crest
and docile the rest
for the eyes to make the best
it’s a flower garden
a heart hardened
nothing more than a pardon
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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it is hard to feel
that the small sapling
every gets
to be a tree
evil is abundant
and many go to flee
but
there is work to be done
the hills still roll
and mountains stand
lighting crashes to the earth
fire to the mortal hand
those that have passed
the be forever last
good isn’t gold or cash
just the life that brings grass
the horrors of greed
roots to a weed
this shall pass
good shall last
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fogsanctum · 2 years
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In my pain, there is my angel
wings spread in angelic angle
to cradle my head in calm love
and speaks to me “you are my dove”
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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the gasping for breath, all across the neck
being torn apart
the nothing
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fogsanctum · 2 years
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This Formation
birds of a feather
the say come together
my wings have been
through lightning strikes
in the formation
they can sense my tormentation
that I am a lame wing
in this aerial swing
the sound of thunder
scares me still
and the others think
I am just too ill
I want to soar high
past those lighting strikes
to a place where
someone sees my heart is there
the wear and tear
scar tissue and graying hairs
a weak feather trying
to fly better
over lakes and streams
to achieve blue sky dreams
to know that sun looks at you
with a gleam
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fogsanctum · 1 year
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trying to find peace, when it is not there
wear and tear, a soul and heart bare
wanting to be more, like long calm shores
a lost bird on the wing, nothing to sing
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