The Archive for Sour Sorrows
In the vault of sorrows, the lights are dim,
Memories dangle stiff, stark, cold and grim.
In glass-fronted vaults of remains half-dead,
Haunting to avenge losses, regrets and dread.
Bitterness is grit, dust and rust—
Metal relics wrapped in tempered crust.
Too sharp to hold, too old to appeal,
Scars embalmed, behind bars of steel.
Fur skins and feathered bones, long dead.
Eyes once
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Categories:
archive, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme
The Unfinished Archive
In lacquered boxes, six feet down,
Rest whispers of the unbought crown -
The paintings left in mental drafts,
The kindness stored away in crafts.
Between the satin folds they place
The morning walks at slower pace,
The letters crumpled, never sent,
The wild dreams left unbent.
A coffee-stained rejection slip,
The novel's pages, torn and ripped,
Three cigarettes crushed in despair
When winter stripped our
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Categories:
archive, poetry, time,
Form: Rhyme
Garden Is Archive of Beauty
sound file birds voices
in the eclectic garden
amazing flowers
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Categories:
archive, allegory, allusion, beauty, garden,
Form: Haiku
Archive 99
lines are
pale, details...
sporadic
aureate filth
ensconces the
casing.
tag yellow
and withered
with time
yet...
bares the
twain figures
number 99
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Categories:
archive, write,
Form: Free verse
The Archive S
ARCHIVES
She stood captivating
So rustle and dusty
A sign of century of neglect
Here lies great treasure
The array of scroll marvelled me
I hurriedly departed my thirst so intent
The waterloo not as tormenting
Sea of tears danced down my face
I behold much treasure in crude
Time have been invested
Even breath have been laid
I can’t resist her pains
Why is she horribly kept?
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Categories:
archive, education
Form: Verse
The Burning Archive I
At last the Grand Inquisitor said:
Let the archives burn.
The paper of history weighs us down.
Virtual memory will be the way from now.
A solitary voice rose in protest:
With our memories burn our hearts.
The Inquisitor acted swiftly:
He unleashed fires, controlled and savage,
Beneath the store houses,
Threw Molotov cocktails in libraries.
A billion pages of etched life
In minutes, memos, letters
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Categories:
archive, history
Form: I do not know?