Far Out: A Collection of Poetry

Far Out: A Collection of Poetry

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Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Summary

I am, it seems, doomed to be haunted by happier words.

"Far Out" is a collection of my most recent poetry. Find the same collection's initial posting on Wattpad under the username north_not_south, where it was updated alongside this one. Any and all feedback is welcome and deeply appreciated.
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Summary

I am, it seems, doomed to be haunted by happier words.

"Far Out" is a collection of my most recent poetry. Find the same collection's initial posting on Wattpad under the username north_not_south, where it was updated alongside this one. Any and all feedback is welcome and deeply appreciated.

Chapter1 (v.1) - I: Pilot

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 27, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 27, 2017

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In the dead of night
I can feel them:
My creations stirring
Beneath my skin,
Yearning for life.
I crawl out of bed,
Turn to the nearest page
And spill them out.
In the morning light
They buzz around my skull;
At noon they crawl
Up and down my poor fingers.
In the evening they sit
At my dinner table,
Rolling dice to see
Who will live with me
Tomorrow.
All of them win, and so
All of them stay.
In the dead of night
I can feel them:
My creations stirring
Beneath my skin,
Yearning for life.

From the Heart of Deep Space

Am I as distant as a former planet
Named for the Roman god of death?
Am I as cold as a forgotten world
Carved of ice and stone and darkness?
Do I belong in deep space
Where only years of travel
May have hope of reaching me?
I feel as if I am lost
In my own wide orbit,
Freezing and unable to see.
But I feel that, somehow,
There are no new horizons for me.
I simply am, way out in space,
Doomed to dwell at the edge
Of what became the final frontier.

Other People's Anger

There is an anger here.
It flashes through the air
In marches and sit-ins,
Cries out in chants and shouts.
I don't think this anger
Has always been here, no -
I think it is fresh and new,
As young as the rising sun.
But it is everywhere.
I can feel it, even here,
Where the day dawns cool
To the sound of passing trucks.
I hear shouts from worlds away.
I feel pain in languages
That I do not know.
We all hurt, rage, and fear
In the same ways:
Stomp our feet, and
Scream our injustices
To whomever will hear.
There is an anger here.
Perhaps it is old, then,
As ancient as the bones
Upon which we have made our seat.

Early Departure

More fool I
For believing
I had a chance.


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