Memory Corruption Poems

there's something there, that draws me in,
like a mosquito to a flame. 
my sorrow blooms, it swells away
so swiftly - keeping me at bay.

i glance...

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Hopelessness is a loyal mistress. 
Tender agonies whispered in ones ear,
twisted thoughts to forget by sunlight;
only the uneasy shadows cast doubt.
Warming embrace of past mistakes,
lovingly...

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The maiden aged that none can suit

The barren tree that bears no fruit

The ample hills that none can climb

A distant memory in time

The grapes of...

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This day will be remembered in infamy,
When insurrectionists brought horror and shame.
While they attacked our foundation of democracy,
Looking for the innocent & other ghosts to...

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I am still trying to process this thing, where on earth have you been? I am still trying to process this thing; you have paid...

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Hanging Queen.
The killer Queen's serpentine glean
Like a field of sunflowers:
Smell of gunpowder filled with gelatine.

Medicine and melancholy, wound-filled barley.
Bloodbound fairground, glassware drowned.
Lovely scent oils, from...

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A romantic interlude

At sunset, when the evening has a bluish taint 
I think to myself I should have written more
how wonderful life can be.
She smells...

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...“It would be done in secrecy,
authorities wouldn’t approve…
but I tell you we can do this,
our results, so far, have been good.”

Carson thought for a long...

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His name was Carson Wetherstrum,
and his childhood wasn’t grand,
his mother was plain trailer trash,
his father a confidence man.

He never knew his dad that much,
and only...

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What is blackmail catering to one's 
own soul capturing fear in a mason jar 
watching the panting the empty air 
dissolving the beautiful wings extorting...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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A candle slowly burns
On the nightstand
As a sliver of the moon
Looks on

Veins of black poison
Bubble beneath skin
The cry of a banshee
A simmering memory

Writhing in a...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his...

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Secrets don't hide from me 
All your answers glide free
Never have I been about deception
Fool's Gold is its worthless conception
Honesty, above all, until every line...

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A Gentleman.

An elderly gentleman sits on his porch rocking in a chair,
 reminiscing the past and present times that really don't compare.

He fought for our...

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