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different words to say the same things. fingertips like broken arrows. lips like sand. time sleeps in gentle storms that go on too long. flesh. musty rooms with nothing inside. the...
the road is cautious. worn by broken ladders. the rain comes unexpectedly. arrogant in its certainty. there's still time to measure what's behind us. even as we run. narrow bridge...
when gravity whispers, everything listens. the distance smirks. laughing at all the jokes we never told. rabbits run through darkness. undeterred by the many nooses. every footste...
the names that choose us are fragile beasts. all corners and leverage snarling at gravity. the skins that we wear seldom fits. broken templates. all rain and wind slouching toward...
No star. No light. No candle burns....
change the colors. let them change us. the choice is always something much more than what we want. shallow beds taste the sun. we are awakened by the remnants of our catastrophes. ...
anxious numbers wear the void. beware unexpected equations. all absent deities and indifferent saviors. solitude discards its skin.beware earnest skeletons. all chewed meat and ro...
To the soul that is proud, dark demons appear,...
(i) they had it finally in a grip. letting the dead lie, in the mist, in the boughs behind, their whispers were there and urging them on. tangling in the music of the beasts call...
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We're in the spooky season so here's a poem I wrote about a ghostly experience recorded in the history of Cotehele Hall, in Cormwall. I wrote it back in 2012 as an entry to a compe...
bridges collapse. in callous confessions. too often time decides who we are..in a tumbling grin. in a jagged touch. the edge easily grabs us. and holds us over the abyss. roads len...
I live rent free in my little dark room,...
...I think of it as I fall asleep, Saturn, and how it exists to revolve around you. The post Poem: Darkness on You appeared first on The Oxford Student.
Behind the glass a painted sorrow gleams;...
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There may be no more a macabrely misogynistic sentence in English literature than Edgar Allan Poe’s contention that “the death… of a beautiful woman” is “unquestionably the most po...
I have lingered in the chambers of the sea by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown till hum...
corners cut. hills break. the rabbit runs. the tortoise gives chase. the distance blinks and suddenly we're somewhere else. time is a merchant. with nothing left to sell us. all t...
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