Drochmaier

United States of America

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Drochmaier: (Drah-ck-my-er)

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Writing is a gateway to a universe built by your mind alone. Whimsical universes to steam laden cities with bronzen beasts. It is a skill that can be learned just like any other. So claiming you cannot write is to say you cannot breath. Writing is a gift everyone receives, and to master it you must practice your craft just like any other skill.

Drochmaier (United States of America)() published:

Memoirs of a Wilted Rose

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In past times I could feel it.
Feel the warm embrace of joy.
Feel the pitter of my heart flutter.

I felt these things in the days gone past.
And now its gone.
A year of dedication, to a rose.

Wilted now, it grows no longer.
Blackened and droopy, it's petals hit the dirt floor.
I cut the rose out of the dirt, and went to the shops.

"Daisys $0.10 for a dozen."
"Sunflowers $0.10 for a dozen."
All these...

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Drochmaier (United States of America)() published:

Laughter

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Something we all feel at one point.
The joyous sound of laughing.
Gently gliding down from pearly gates, and hot summers.
Reminisce about your oaken table, laden with christmas treats.
To dive back into salty sands, etched with a hastily drawn heart.
Flesh and glass, flash and say cheese.

Then why is it so that I hear the laughter in my mind?
“Mockery from the dark seeds of Hades.”
Past misfortune’s twine seal, unravelling upon your stone floors.
Acting fast,...

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Choir of the Machine

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The choir of the Machine waits for no one yet favors certain tributes.
They are many, seething black pits tearing into your flesh.
Hooked into your mind’s matter, dripping poison, lapping up its juices.

A good tribute obeys, follow the laws of the wasteland.
Undone by the masses, conjugating amongst the grand cathedral courtyard.
Individuality is marketed as mass produced.
Second nature in the eyes of the clergy, men and women of boundless honor.

But what of a man who...

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PROMPT: Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

Although you sit silent, you feel your skin cook.
You feel the glare, and hear the howls of a million beasts.
Can the scathing poison spit from hissing jaws rattle your armor?
The world is ending they told me, we will all perish under a blaze.
They all hate you, hate your very being, all stitched from star dust, nevertheless they hate you.
Is it true?
Is it honest words that flow from their mouths?
Of course said the man...

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PROMPT: Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

Although you sit silent, you feel your skin cook.
You feel the glare, and hear the howls of a million beasts.
Can the scathing poison spit from hissing jaws rattle your armor?
The world is ending they told me, we will all perish under a blaze.
They all hate you, hate your very being, all stitched from star dust, alas they hate you.
Is is true?
It is honest words that flow from their mouths?
Of course said the man...

about 1 year ago