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 "Ash in the Mouth" You speak of vows like broken tools, iron bent, still hot in the hand; seeing the feast tipped into a gutt... [read more] |
 What hurts the Most What hurts the most is not knowing what you said. The words that was left unspoken. I never know what you was saying tha... [read more] |
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"threadspin" ascending––no, descending frames thrum like wings, unrenders a voice pixelates into colou... [read more] |
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You danced on winds too soft to bear, Barely noticed, always there. But feather-light does not mean small— Your ripple bends the dusk... [read more] |
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You set your plume with embers wild, Flight was fire, proud and styled. Yet heat forgets to measure grace— Now ash frames your rememb... [read more] |
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"flight mode" The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred, Wrapped in code and status conferred. ... [read more] |
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"the feathering" A feather falls where silence weeps, In sky-stitched robes the secret keeps. Vael ros... [read more] |
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"unspoken storms" Still waters conceal unspoken storms, Not from apathy, but a need for calm. Eyes don... [read more] |
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"a former dream" I too once marveled at the shimmer of lift, Mistaking ascension for a kind of gift. B... [read more] |
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"the soul still holds" Yet even in dust, there lingers a yarn, a tale still untold Not for the living, nor buried... [read more] |
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"Beneath Their Shadows" They call me the one who writes between. Not king, not psalmist, not architect of altars. I do not wear a cr... [read more] |
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"Twilight Between Thrones" If David is the poet of flame, his verses leap like fire from the gut— blood-warm, unrepentant, gloriousl... [read more] |
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"Margins of Kings" David: My heart is a ram in the thorns— it bleeds but will not retreat. I loved with a blade, I mourned with a ha... [read more] |
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A Clash of Crowns David bled into battle with teeth on edge, a lion howling hymns from broken stone. Wine-slick from victory, still... [read more] |
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"Two Crowns" David, dust on his lips, a sling in hand, armour refused, he sang to keep his nerve. He danced before the... [read more] |