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Tag: Poem
A Murderer – Poem
The world is not kind to murderers, is what they want you to think. In truth, it’s an asset! They know what you are. They know you are of use. © Christopher Stamfors
Cloud of Doubt – Poem
What we want and what we need are two different things Things with purpose, Oftan striving towards a goal, Things that help us reach said goal With purpose we make. But with purpose comes needs, Things that are more important than others More difficult….
Desert Ocean – Poem
Waves of the desert, dunes rising high, they are the bridges across the empty stretches, of the land where nothing survive. But across this empty land, there lie riches abundant, foreign lands who yearn our wares. We are are the people of the forest,…
Hypocrisy – Poem
Fair winds blow on my back I shout and my voice carries far Everyone can hear it Everyone can tell me I am wrong How bad I am * The world is simple Only two voices can be heard Opposite of mind One is…
The Law of the Jungle – Poem
NOW this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law…
Invisible Steps – Poem
Their steps can be heard all over the valley A thumping noise that makes the ground tally But only at full moon do they show, for they move in the darkness Even the ground hides their stroll Nobody had been hurt by their heavy…
Night Call – Poem
Had a short poetry session with the artist behind most of my cover art, thought it was pretty fun… Me: Cresent light shine upon me Your way-ford light a reminder, of times ahead Your command the essence of my being Tell me what needs to…
Cold and Deep – Poetry Story
I’ve been considering doing voice over for my stories to broaden my audience. I’m an amature with anything conserning audio and video, so keep that in mind if you choose to listen to it on Soundcloud Cold and deep The skeleton lay Wood enclosed it…
Underbelly – Poem
A glint was found In the darkness and the damp Cities have their underbelly Fear is what makes you stand Standing before evil, it will face you too What comes out of the darkness Only you can have a clue A face can…
