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Literary Compository

The poems go from new to old.

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(Untitled)
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New York
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-This one is probably my favorite.

Something I wrote for a friend..
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Short Story:

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Answer 1

The purpose of this post is to have a place where I can organize my literary works. People always ask to be able to look at them and I don't have them all bookmarked so this just seems like the easiest method to show them. This post will be updated as I post more. If you have any comments or critiques, feel free to share them. If you want me to write about something, perhaps leave suggestions here.

Answer 2

Rode on the backs of lions
Stretched to the plains beyond
With roars beckoning lives
Rearing dreams long forgone
Encased in the melody
Of golden streams,
And auburn rivers,
Laced with silver destined to further
The heart to beat, to continue to land
Upon each fall, broken lost its hand
Still yet, the symphony flowed
Until it lost itself, in the know
Friend or not, foe or not, lover or not
It simply wrote: be not
And that creature told his home,
"I leave for the world, to take its hold"
As soon as his feet crossed the door
He vanished and left his mare
To roam the plains, as he met his dare

Answer 3

Dear friend,
I once knew you
Under a different form
Adorn with forlorn scorn
Repository and store,
Of that which defines horror
Caressed my dark aperture
With a hand made to matter
Smooth and soiling,
Rupturing the surface
To the detriment of anointment
And ceremony to ancient loins
Lost the modern sheathing
Naked to a disappointment
Until I met you again,
Within the confines of my house
Dressed you with light,
Invited that heart to espouse
What you meant, within this place
The tragedies we made
The peril we could evade
The love we ought to engender
Warmth found those eyes,
Crimson with adoration,
Shorn the thorns meant to despise
Let's build a pyre, for the legend we find

Answer 4

I met you in the alley
After the enemy had shorn
Hope from my fears,
And tasked them to appear
Upon the hearth of my home
With spears aimed at mirrors
Carved from trees grown,
In the forest watered by my tears
Thus I sated their blades,
Which my hopes once forbade
In the hollow of their presence
I consumed fear. And made it here.
Not for you, nor I, or even...them.
For it was fated to happen.
And all ends write their ends.

Answer 5

I like :)

Answer 6

I like that last one the best. < 3