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A door opens with creaking sounds,
inwards to a dark and cool room,
untouched for many hundreds of years,
barely a flicker lights the gloom.

Peeling decoration whispers
at a past richly bottled in wealth,
now nearly empty except for
a curious book upon a shelf.

Bound and covered in lizard skin,
with words that swim on the pages,
shades and shadows cross together,
spells cast by the ancient sages.

A long bony index finger
tracing symbols down an old spine,
pre-history condensed in leafs,
that unfold through space and time...



© Pagan Paul (09/11/19)
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The Azuneas (Ah-thoo-nay-***), invented by
me for this new mystery series of poems.
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I keep my feelings on a leash,
locked in a cage like the perpetrators of crime.
Sometimes I take them out for walks
to test out their rarely used legs on the ground.
Only too reel them back in,
too scared to let them wander,
wander towards those who let theirs loose freely,
not caring where they step.
For I have learned that this only leads to hurt.
Stubbed toes on the curbsides called love.
Failed attempts at crossing the crosswalk,
into the depths of someones shallow, unforgiving arms.
Not paying attention to the Stop sign right next to them.
Over and over, I wish I would've noticed that sign sooner..
Before all the heartbreaks and fallen tears.
And that is why
the footwork of my heart, kept captive in the dark,
is sleeping in silence for perhaps eternity
this is the poem I used to apply for this community. not my best work, but still, I thought I should share.
When everything seems to be going wrong
Don't give up
Look back to who you were then
To who you are now
Appreciate the changes and improvements you've made
For the sake of who you want to be
You'll get there!
For those of you that are in this phase
Stay strong
made with good intention/broken without redemption
meaningful ones with clear eyes and goodwill
deceitful ones behind shame and still
looking for more promises than apple trees and honeybees
and snow-white turtle doves
because there’s hope in each one
and they seem to emit a foreverness that one can
never predict but hopes for in the future
To discover a new world
would be futile
as I've hardly explored
the terrain I'm in while
all that's before me
begs to be recognised
and my duty
I'd have neglected
and left behind
a dream unfulfilled, empty
lustreless and sterile
my life then would be
but a lamentable story-

here I stand
I'll be bold
my ground I'll hold
to secure
my ultimate victory.
Never budging
Reinforced
Constructed to hold your burdens
Yet here at my core
You’ll only see cracks
Strong and sturdy
Rebar and cement
Movement imminent
Can you feel the vibrations
The trembling
Of me growing weaker
But I am the foundation
Left in ruin rubble
From years of neglect
You so carelessly overlooked
Hit so close to home it inspired a piece while still half asleep

Inspired by Trelon Grant
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