elwood - Hello Poetry

Aversion and appetite are his demands to whom the poet plays, smote of a single, seminal hand. Bent over an old page with a black ink confessor, the twinge in a man and his tales are thick in fog. Vying with one another, the poet bent down torn words, pique that lay across the poet's path, meandering through time. Attention of the day gave words.

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Oct 31, 2025

Oct 31, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC

A Poet

Aversion and appetite are his demands to whom the poet plays, smote of a single, seminal hand. Bent over an old page with a black ink confessor, the twinge in a man and his tales are thick in fog. Vying with one another, the poet bent down torn words, pique that lay across the poet's path, meandering through time. Attention of the day gave words.

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Nightmare and the living waits, sequestered October's dark goes to the gate. Dark spirits of the flesh meet their rest on the shelf of dust. Death, tangled in shadows, moves the bones beneath the music sheets, further in the room time is old.. time is old.. come to to me. Raven circles above me, so heavy the sky, knee deep, bitten by lies. Talking all night, devours me. Do I crawl like the spiders after me in the night, under the shadow living dead is it just a cold.

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Oct 25, 2025

Oct 25, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC

Cold Night

Nightmare and the living waits, sequestered October's dark goes to the gate. Dark spirits of the flesh meet their rest on the shelf of dust. Death, tangled in shadows, moves the bones beneath the music sheets, further in the room time is old.. time is old.. come to to me. Raven circles above me, so heavy the sky, knee deep, bitten by lies. Talking all night, devours me. Do I crawl like the spiders after me in the night, under the shadow living dead is it just a cold.

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Autumn comes with the opening of the sun drifting comes forgotten leaves, and here in the sun watching dusk arrive in late September, mood October leaves me bent, to survive the open sky the sound of redwoods are alive.

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Oct 25, 2025

Oct 25, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC

Tree

Autumn comes with the opening of the sun drifting comes forgotten leaves, and here in the sun watching dusk arrive in late September, mood October leaves me bent, to survive the open sky the sound of redwoods are alive.

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