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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Rejection; Depression

Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
#B27321 

https://theprose.com/post/146018/rejection-depression

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Howard Pyle

New; Knew

I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
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https://theprose.com/post/143098/new-knew

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Prose II

It Is
Implied
That you
Read
What
I Write
That you
Don’t Hide
Behind
Multiple Accounts
&
your Contests
Are Legit
Not
the Old
Bait
& Switch
How Does
That Hit
If
I am
Wrong
Take It
On
the Chin
Not
your Minions
Send
Censor me
&
I Win
Wear It
Proud
Cause
you Ken
I Write
What
I Feel
Sorry
If It
Makes
you Squeal
That’s
How I
Deal
Aces
& Eights
#B27321

P.S.
Don’t Give me
None of That
Doctor Ruth
Bull Shit

https://theprose.com/post/55753/prose-ii

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Henryk Siemiradzki

Henryk Siemiradzki

Guilt

Guilt
you Say
Is All
That Remains
At
the End
Of
the Day
Of
a Life
Of Refrain
So
I Say
Don’t
Let It
Gild
your Throne
Roll
the Bones
Come
What May
Live
To Day
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https://theprose.com/post/52944/guilt

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Antonio da Correggio

Antonio da Correggio

Real or Fake

Every One
Has Faults
They
Do Not
Want
Pointed Out

Personal Pain

From Mistakes

InGrained

That Won’t

Go

a Way

Center Stage

your Ears

are InFlamed

Run aWay;

Don’t Stay

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https://theprose.com/post/50922/real-or-fake

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New Flag of the Confederate States of America

New Flag of the Confederate States of America

Confederate Flag

Does That Mean

the

Flag

Stands

For the

& Enslavement

Of

the

Man.

Don’t Blame

of Man

On

a .

I Give you

the New

Rebel Flag

a Little

Black

a Little

White

&

a Whole

Fuckin

Lot

of Grey

For Those

That See

Big Government

& Corporate Greed

As a

Real Thing

Control

my Friend

Let Not

the Apple

Divert

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