A Prodigal Soldier of Words
...I am a prodigal Son of a gun
Who fears nothing under the Sun
I am a brave and defiant soldier
I am a peaceful gladiator
My pencil is my substitute sword
My pen is my deadly weapon
I write one w...
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Categories:
unprofaned, beauty, courage, feelings, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
The Broken Urn
...Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alon...
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Categories:
unprofaned, absence, abuse, death, mother,
Form: Free verse
The Best Investment I Ever Made
...My son upon this Christmas Eve
I reminisce of midnight hours
Your fingers dancing over tenuous keys
And the emotions your talent empowers
I couldn't comprehend how you taught yourself to play ...
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Categories:
unprofaned, absence, children, christmas, love,
Form: Quatrain
A Dark Fairy-Tale
...A Dark Fairytale
As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself dam...
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Categories:
unprofaned, beautiful, beauty, dark, death,
Form: Dramatic Monologue