It’s kind of like an eye for an eye, except that the end of the bargain is always worse for you. It’s more like a soul for insanity. Definitely the best bargain out there… It will tear slowly but surely at your life. You will become a machine knowing nothing except suffering, not even the …
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Sonnet of Power
The burning lion rises to conquer thee Hail the chosen one! For those who defy shall face the searing claws of agony Her lion’s dance scorches through the battle cry * Piercing through fire, war is her battleground Not even Death shall be worshiped by her Slithering through without a single sound blood splatters delicately …
Blog Post: Poem on the Little Boy in “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”
Darkness seeps in with every whimper. Tired and caged. He shrivels like a stick Wondering when, wondering why the dust swirls so harshly * The children eye him in realization, as they feed on his agony. The more his life is meaningless, the more their lives are meaningful * Their fangs seep into his skull …
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Blog #9(Poem): Winston and his Fool’s Paradise
Clinging hopelesslyonto the illusion he forced upon himself Clinging helplessly onto the false dreams that blind everyone else *It wasn’t because of himThey made him that waySo lost and deterred in their sinHis hopes and dreams will decay*Caught in a Fool’s ParadiseReaching for anything like a fledglingBig Brother rolls the diceHis sanity becomes unsettling*So tortured …
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Nature’s Light
Darkness edges away Light becomes the conqueror Bringing forth a new dawning age Time ticks back into motion with every breath, every shudder * The bitter Cold is melted away Warmth becomes the victor The world stirs With every voice, every song * A new golden king arises seeping through the horizon His bright rays …
Wishes in the Sky Prologue
Prologue It was a chillingly silent night. The trees were as still as the dark sky and the critters were as dead as a man in his tomb. It was pitch black around him. He couldn’t move a single muscle. It seemed as if he was contained in a claustrophobic cage unknown to him. His …
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