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Even now - Ever then - As tier, they -
to yarn yet so distant over horizons grey
like appetency colors in its final shade;
High the accolade
yet frock, her callow
gait and wore such
promise, now a rusted feign
and temptress wroth to frown
Lest standing new in hate adorned
was freedom torn and latter remains.
Paler faces than her glower
attrition like eternal scorn
and all abrased, mourned too
The American dream when they
raced to her promise risen like a beacon of glory,
but only a dream.
A scepter,
brazen' oust the light last dorn
Unveiling,
now temperance naked.
Posture mettled
above the waves.
to yarn yet so distant over horizons grey
like appetency colors in its final shade;
High the accolade
yet frock, her callow
gait and wore such
promise, now a rusted feign
and temptress wroth to frown
Lest standing new in hate adorned
was freedom torn and latter remains.
Paler faces than her glower
attrition like eternal scorn
and all abrased, mourned too
The American dream when they
raced to her promise risen like a beacon of glory,
but only a dream.
A scepter,
brazen' oust the light last dorn
Unveiling,
now temperance naked.
Posture mettled
above the waves.
Literature
Her Life
I saw her life in those eyes
with cut-throat stares
and withered looks of daze,
each lid half open
and their cores darted where
they thought it was safe.
Her pupils swirled as hurricanes
with streaks of rain
maroon across a razor blade.
Sharing what words can't speak
and luring in the
sting of the day.
I saw her life in that skin,
painted with a tiny needle that could
delve deeper in what she knew
and who she was, then what.
Like an apple tossed aside to rot
darted across were plum-hue stains
and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of
healing and hurt.
Covered in what she screamed,
her body was masked in poetry,
long-tol
Literature
Fiction Within Reality
When I was little my father took me to a family reunion at my great uncle's house. Honestly, I don't recall him being all that great, but people still refer to him as such, so I must have missed something. There were many people there I didn't know, and probably haven't seen since. They didn't leave much of an impression, so I may have bumped into them later in life and not even realized it.
The thing I do remember was the house itself. Up until that point in my short life, I had never been in a house that large and elaborately decorated. It was very old and had accumulated a wide variety of artwork and antiques in it's history. Appare
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Belonging
So many things have. Changed.
Especially me.
But the events that have transpired
Draw a clear line from then to now
and into the future.
I have. Changed. According to my principles.
And so I mark it. Here. To remember.
Just in case.
First the bad stuff
i hate my job
really fucking hate it
what it represents
what it means to have surrendered to The Man.
But i grind on. For the customers
There are so many of you.
I feel like I've given each of you a little piece of myself
Ha, melodrama.
Bite me.
I do my best. I work hard.
To make people happy,
To ensure my family's security,
pay my debt to the Man for borrowing his money
while a su
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On November 8, 2016 - a day when bigotry and hate aged over such American Beauty. Those who once flocked to see her splendor glory, now watch the old dream fade and in better days longed.
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I've never heard the word yarn used as a verb before- I didn't actually know it could be a verb Overall- Good work