A/N: This is an old piece, written in 2004. It was homework for a vocabulary class, so you might need a dictionary while you're reading it. I got an A.
I vanquish the demons in my mind,
To pacify esoteric deities,
Calling across the wavelengths,
Of the energy-web of existence.
In the nexus of my soul,
Must live some virulent monstrosity,
For my mind is filled,
With the nimbus of tenebrosity.
Voices, with silent screams,
Somniferous in their loquacity,
Sire demented, disjointed dreams,
Within my troubled consciousness.
Meandering over the terrain,
Of nightmare, ethereal hinterland,
Are Spirits, moaning prognostications,
Floating over shifting sands.
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
