Poem of the dragon

_I call this kind of poetry "Spurred Poems". theyre short and are made simply so theyre not always brilliant. its just a way of expressing._ Restless night, due passing dawn Master of the sky wanes a call forlorn Till the sun may rise, the skies...

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*Poem* I Have to Start This Way

I HAVE TO START THIS WAY SO THE SENTENCE DOESN'T RUN ON OR ESCAPE (FROM HERE) AND FLY INTO YOUR EYES OR TURN AROUND AND ERASE ITSELF OR FALL RIGHT THROUGH (LIKE HERE) AND CONTINUE ON THE BACK OF THE PAGE OR IN EIGHT YEARS. BUT ONLY THE BACK OF...

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PARALYSIS

![http://glycanthrope.com/PARALYSIS_A_700px.png](http://glycanthrope.com/PARALYSIS_A_700px.png) WHAT I'M WRITING ABOUT IS THE TOTAL PARALYSIS WHEN ALL POSSIBLE RESOURCES ARE IN USE AT THE SAME TIME, AND NONE ARE ALLOWED TO BE MORE THAN JUST BEING...

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Pot City

Oh, man... can you feel it? Let's hit it! I'm down... So much work to wear The crown... Pot city, can you feel it? Let's be real; it doesn't kill; It's not legal; still I feel Regal... If I can take a hit, And nobody gives a...

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The Sex Scene - A Poem

I write Like I know what sex is, Like I have enough exes To go through the intricacies, And not fall into fallacies Of what romance means Besides taking off shirts and jeans And being unclean, Having dirty thoughts, And yelling the...

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* Poem * Species Dysphoria III

#4 of poetry third and final entry in my "species dysphoria" series of free-form poems. this one is a little different from the previous two, in the sense that stanzas three and four make up a matrix that can be read top to bottom and/or left to right.

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what's due

It's finaly time... To get off that high horse of mine.. Im not the best poem writer, or the best tattoo designer... But I try my best to make people happy... I try and I try but im just unrealiable when im too capable! I'm ready to do something...

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Seducing the Sky

It was a tribal ceremony, wild and free, and taj was sitting in the center of it, with the tribal leader riding his lap. he felt power, he felt fame, and the beast pawed at the door of its cage.

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'A Dream'

#7 of original writing a free write that i did while listening to eluvium's 'prelude for time feelers' <3 writing © munchypaws within the melody as you sleep, drifting away with faith and time.

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Red Twilight the Weaver promotional copy

Snidely he laughs and points the edge "now free lady corn from your spell or face my wraith. "but if i free the corn mouse then who will i practice my craft on?"

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Dancing Away the Human - A Poem

Dancing When you don't know how, Still feels good. Two left feet don't matter. Because you forget your human body And find a better one For the length of a melody. Taken away Carried by regret Hugged by your inhibitions And snuggled by...

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One Dot Below the I (#3)

I KNOW IT'S SEPTEMBER AND THE HEATHER IS ABLOOM NOW AND I KNOW IT'S RAINING FOR I HEAR IT STRIKING THE ROOF ALSO NOW THE RAIN IS HEAVY THIS MOMENT DO I HAVE THE TIME FOR "NOW" IF THE HEATHER BLOOMS IN THE RAIN NOONE WILL NOTICE...

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