Long Scarring Poems

Wovoka in the Feverland

In the Dying-Grass Moon came another winter to claim the old and sick.
This was when the first messengers came
To the desolation known as Pine Ridge.
They came riding in at the end of...

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My mind is a war wasteland equipped with exploding landmines
decisions limited; sharpened claws are sinking into me
scarring my flesh upon impact into my lungs
breathe...I can't...breathe
I admit I'm not sure, I admit I'm confused
I admit I...

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She woke up each day
Forcing a smile, forcing to get up and go on
Forcing herself to get ready like nothing was truly broken inside.
But truly no matter how much make up
No matter how much tears...

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MV WILHELM GUSTLOFF

This was the worst ship disaster, with the greatest loss of life at sea
A German ship that was overloaded, with over 10.600, war refugees

Sank on the 30 January 1945 by a Soviet submarine...

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Tim was a poet but lost for words as he pondered the meaning of the cross

Sat by the road side of his inner world and wondered which way to proceed

His bones were weary his skin...

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Long ago, before she was ever hunted by the beast,
She had only drank from the cool river of freedom.
One fateful day it happened; she was caught
unaware. Her body, suddenly foreign, to move was a struggle.
The...

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A drag of another cigarette the nicotine courses through my veins, 
It's not dope but it'll have to do, it's true the effects are not the same, 
It distinctively lacks the same power, same danger,...

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THE RUIN 
an Old English poem about fate & destiny
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it
and the Colossus sagged inward...

broad battlements broken;
the Builders' work battered;

the high ramparts toppled;
tall...

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I try hard, to make you understand
So we can remain friends- hand in hand
But as time moves on it all fades away
And I'm left, the inadequate fool

Often I find I cannot repress these tears at...

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Daidalos played with poison
and the gormandizing mind of a king
corrupting DNA with his brilliance.
Poseidon’s patronage,
issues from unknown depths of depravity.

Pasiphae bore this monstrosity
and carried the shame
as women do.

AyeeeI The minds of men bent inwards
without love,...

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Never fall in love with a Poet
for they are blackholes of the broken hearted 
Set on a treacherous sea blindfolded
to distracted by butterflies to properly set up a captain's log

Never fall in love with a...

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They Talk about Drugs, alcohol & sex, but this is an issue the media don't speak on
Maybe they don't care, or maybe they don't understand where we bleed from
Some people label you an attention seeker...

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DE-FABL
Darkness Eternaly Forced Away By Love
By:Jessica Trotte AKA RECK


He slips away silently, to escape mothers screams
and crawls so softly, into bed, into dreams
his thoughts became so dark, full of misery and dread
and dreams repeated over...

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The Luckiest of Men
By Rick Rucker

I called on friends yesterday,
They asked if I was okay.

They had never seen me move so slow,
They thought my energy was low.

I assured them I was fine,
I had merely drunk...

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He goes by the name of Lacrimosa
He is the plain picture of a man
Those who don’t know him see him as a monster
But you and I know better that he is a broken friend
His smile...

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Ah Frontiera, here we are at your last, you've thrown a rod, your life lies black
on oily ground - all this snow and you're a mobile no longer; so I must walk.

It's cold, and now...

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A plate smashes against the kitchen wall
In the middle of another Sunday lunch war
For a moment I feel as if I'm not really there
As I stop and stare at this world I live in
But do...

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she never thought she was pretty enough
always walked with her head held down, 
not wanting anyone to notice the blemishes she tried to cover up
she was never made aware of how beautiful she really was
inside...

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By Kevin Robey
February 14, 2013

Wind flows through our hair, with front lines waiting on
Waiting for sirens to sound that fighting song
With knuckles turned white, our eyes shining bright
There’s no question in choosing fight over flight

The...

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"My college try at 'You're in a Horror film "


               something has taken over his spirit
     ...

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Time is a fickle thing for those
                            ...

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Flowing river - I became...!

'O' friend! you stood your ground, a rock in the riverbed;
sauntered, stuttered, stumbled and stopped for good.
I transformed, into waters and became one in one with it,
a flowing river, discovered myself,...

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Toward Material Trappings

Gold and silver upholds
     true value capitalist money tree
Thrown down upon gaunt
     lit alter of Midas,
     treasured as current sea

Countless denominations
...

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The empty air of the cosmos, sucking every life of void. You feel nothing, and 
yet, emptiness feels you. With deadened eyes that search nullity as if though the 
very nonexistence would apparate before your...

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Pain inflicted
My life suddenly conflicted with such conviction. 
At a young age witnessing things I wish I never had to or didn't. 
Scarring a beautiful soul, it's dark.
Breaking all of what I had, my heart....

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