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These posts include all of my original writings (prose, poetry, lyrics, etc.)

Alone In The Crowd


Entering the chaos of trivial chatter

it drowns the sound of reason 

an appropriate place to blend into oblivion.

 

Retreating into this hull of indifference

fearing asphyxiation by the masses

with no desire to breathe in their treason.

 

Plumetting to depths unknown 

their preoccupied faces cast stares unaware

of the stranger in their stew of conversations. 

 

A final glance of understanding

with a smirk this world becomes

a simple detour before the final destination. 

alone-in-a-crowd

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THE FOUNTAIN


The murder was carried out

in the garden

of love’s absurdity

and the body cast

into the fountain of spite,

so that the world, without knowledge

might consume it in its thirst

and visit their regret

upon the generation to come.

Fountain of Spite

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BaD PoEtRy: YOLO


There once was a guy who rode solo.
Whom people assumed was a hobo.
But what once was concealed,
now his journals revealed,
that his mantra was actually: YOLO.

The moral of the story? Idle minds create shoddy limericks. 😛 

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Familiar Fiends


I suffer the company of these aged emotions
decrepit familiar fiends who were once close friends
I invite them back for retellings of the same stories
that become increasingly harder to endure
at the Table of Wishes that will never come true.

I fight the logic of asking them to leave
against the illusion of my better judgment
which they drain from me daily
fully knowing the time will inevitably come
when their folly will trump my sensibility.

My heart feels ransacked by their sharp words
leaving the remnants to rattle like dice in the hands of a gambler
tiny fissures form in my willingness to stay silent
opening my thoughts to counter-productive actions
and through these holes my sorrow seeps through.

There is no end to the stories they tell
even though the dénouement has yet to be written
existing as a cliffhanger taken to an author’s grave
while still I hold on to a fading hope
preserved and prepared as an enticement for their next visit.

They vanish with a grumble of their final piercing words
without so much as a cursory glance in my direction
and no evident concern for my growing estrangement
because they know with certainty
that I will call upon their company once again.

By Myxl Dove
©2020 Mythic Elf Publishing

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Weekly or Weakly?


It’s the very first day of the very first month of the very new year. My plan is to write more, even if it’s briefly. Because I believe that by getting into the habit of writing, I’ll actually wind up writing more frequently and with better content. At least, that’s the running theory… we will see if it becomes a weekly thing, or a thing done weakly. 😉

Welcome to 2020 folks! Myxl Dove (and by Myxl I mean Riis) is in the (virtual) building! 😀

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