Cinquain Train
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[FONT="][FONT="]Weakness [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]invites demons.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]No matter if they’re real.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]You exorcise as if life waits [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]for you.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]invites demons.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]No matter if they’re real.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]You exorcise as if life waits [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]for you.[/FONT][/FONT]
For you
time and tide wait.
Seasons change at your whim:
or so you would like us all to
believe.
time and tide wait.
Seasons change at your whim:
or so you would like us all to
believe.
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As one
without contact,
I reach for my iPhone,
tap into electric nests;
cobwebbed.
without contact,
I reach for my iPhone,
tap into electric nests;
cobwebbed.
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That fly
ate one whole line!
Quatrain, cinquain, insane:
a poem of any length's just
as sweet.
ate one whole line!
Quatrain, cinquain, insane:
a poem of any length's just
as sweet.
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You smirk,
Ash on your cheek.
Pray, did you burn it down
From neglect? Or was this esteemed
Victory?
Ash on your cheek.
Pray, did you burn it down
From neglect? Or was this esteemed
Victory?
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Victory.
Goal of all Olympians
Pride and joy fill every vein
Whether a medal worn, or overcoming great adversity
Triumph
Goal of all Olympians
Pride and joy fill every vein
Whether a medal worn, or overcoming great adversity
Triumph
Triumph
Of the fallen
To have tried, to have failed
Together we mourn their brilliance
Fading
Of the fallen
To have tried, to have failed
Together we mourn their brilliance
Fading
And fall
You who know all
Whose feet touch mountain heights
Whose eyes gaze down from wingless flight
Made small
You who know all
Whose feet touch mountain heights
Whose eyes gaze down from wingless flight
Made small
And on
Directionless
Till stars become burnt husks
Forever marching out of time
Chasing
Directionless
Till stars become burnt husks
Forever marching out of time
Chasing
Chasing
the fallen leaves
around September’s yard.
The wind is such a tease, hiding
from me.
– © C.D. Sinex
the fallen leaves
around September’s yard.
The wind is such a tease, hiding
from me.
– © C.D. Sinex
From me,
a bitter smile,
because you always wore
that fake-sweet poison on your tongue.
So long.
a bitter smile,
because you always wore
that fake-sweet poison on your tongue.
So long.