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conar-mcvicker
conar-mcvicker
American I enjoy writing on the occasion and shall either take it further or be a teacher or both. / I also enjoy all forms of media entertainment.
Matter. Think about them. Others will.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
Titles
Life, a spark in the black of Aeon and All. Consciousness defining purposelessness Before wisping insensately for an infinity. I want a more vast definition To halt Aeons call of vanishment and dissipation, To bask in frivolity. Making meaning for amusement, Amusement for meaning. Luminescence Among fading stars. All sparks must fade though. So when that day comes, I'll see you on the other side of infinity.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
To Smolder
Dropped neath a shattered dream of rose and silk My toiled self a strain at staying bright I wept along the stones under the gale And spent an eon weaping in the night Now my rainy nights beget to days But yet my road is covered in a haze I hope to rend the fire in my breast To dry the field and join the men in dress My uniform is stained with soot and ash And how I wish the awful noise would pass It shakes my bones with shrieking silent still With clouds a'building side my rotten shed To turn the world all upon its head But yet the fire wreaths my flesh in flame And gives me cause to hold on to a name To fight for self and other is at hand I hope you never have to understand
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
The Long March
At the fire on the edge of the world To be there, without To capture life at it's very rawest I see so clearly Human nature in it's lightning passage People tell you much With some sense of letting everything go Isms and eons We spoke of warmed bones and creatures                                                                       old Entertaining thoughts At the fire on the edge of the world
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
A Journey
Web of spiders Web of lies Web of intrigue Web of flies Caught within a patterned space Blind to coming death Illusion made by fetid race To steal it's own of breath Motivated by a cause That's miniscule in scale Senselessness to their plans flaws Will surely make them fail. I think this thought a thousand times To comfort me in rest They just commit a thousand crimes The world's at their behest.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Caught
A hazy morning light drifts lonely through branches Shadows of silence cower undertow Wilted flowers whose beauty lingers, Rocky soil. A thought of the past pulls at me. Rivers of hot wind push me further away Like breath, stolen Lifeless and unending it finds me The scent of flames Charred thoughts linger Hot futures come Silent shadows scream Cloudy skies ****
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Heavensent
It's like tripping, but only before you hit the ground. Like being woken up, With a faceful of cold water, from a lovely dream. Like seeing a flashing light behind you while driving. Like when you got that test back. The reaching one doesn't feel this moment, This tearing of reality. Like you tore the whole world away and place a new one in my hands. This new microworld, Like starting a new book, Takes time to enjoy. How do you expect me to read a new book, When i'm so deep into another? Let me get to a stopping point.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
My World a Good Book; My Pocket Screams a Factory Set Tone
The iron gear's teeth, Like that of a wise wolf, Grip and pull at it's brothers, Leading them down an old road, That circles back around to yesterday. The man who marvels at the path, On a warm winter evening, Doesn't see anything but forward. Man is not a wolf. Gears turn in place. Forward leads nowhere, Within the Machine
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
The Machine
That terran voice Has little weight, Is slow and late; But voice sooner Trade all feature, It had  a teacher And is other. That like a forest Keeps all time, If nighttime isn't The death of that; For time is miles But the people's struggles, Where goblin has lurked Eager and deadly. If that is never A goblin's measure Nor, began that; Is goblin at rest But when it drift Thought shall not near The oldness there, And oddness steal Her ceaseless shake.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
That Terran Voice
To whom it may concern: Inaction speaks louder than Words, And we were taken by contentment. A powerful State. Abused by those who will. Against those who won't. A bombardment of Distraction, Covering fire Stopping help from arriving. From those other people. Those others. Somewhere. If only the world were a place, Where being content wasn't dangerous. But it's not my problem. Someone else will do something. Yours truly,          Someone
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Bread and Circuses