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I look to the sky on a damp fall morn, The early blue heaven showed streaks Clawed by many shades of gray. Far off to the West were mountains Waiting for the coming day And above them was a floating … Continue reading
Wind rippled through my hair like water through a raging river. I could feel the vibrations of the road pulsating from my feet to the rest of my body. As I looked down and saw my board’s wheels rotating over … Continue reading
I fled to the night and ran from the known, The shadows lurked; into monsters they’d grown – I was prey for the hunt in a forest of old. Under the canopy I walked far and deep, Full of fear … Continue reading
Whenever I drive on the road in town I feel on edge; too tightly bound. The streets, they seem a perfect line – suffocating creativity – hindering the mind. Hill roads I need; their curving slopes – fuel for my … Continue reading
Resting on a rock, before the glowing black sky, The tall grass hides me from the shimmering moon. A hawk swoops for its prey and takes prize near by: Beyond this wall demons lurk to bring me to my doom. … Continue reading