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Unfortunately, I'm not routinely blogging. I've stopped writing poetry and short stories regularly as well, but there are about two years' worth of content here if you're new to my work!
To One Who Would Write
Simply write And write well All you see and do; Write with words Like magic spells That mesmerize and soothe. Bring forward sword And...
Tim Huber
Jan 11, 20242 min read
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tent of meeting
like dust before a flame my thoughts disintegrate what i had to say is singed smeared on the walls of my skull there is nothing now and...
Tim Huber
Oct 12, 20231 min read
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Behind the Door
A room without windows and a single dim light a door that stays closed locked day and night. Why would I leave when I have all I need: a...
Tim Huber
May 19, 20222 min read
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Your Blood
It festers and grows and blackens my soul. Nobody knows the darkness I hold. …black Black! BLACK! My soul has turned black! BACK! Back!...
Tim Huber
May 12, 20222 min read
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This Moment's Goodbye
Coming. The time has been coming. Something. I should have seen something: a flicker a frame a sign that I couldn’t keep you in place or...
Tim Huber
Apr 14, 20222 min read
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Hope for a Zealot
You say you’re dry but I think you’re hiding afraid to try to expose what you’re fighting. You’re drenched dripping ready to stop...
Tim Huber
Mar 17, 20222 min read
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Empty Veins
Cut off you took your scissors and shut off the red rushing rivers of my blood. Flowing somewhere without me. There’s nothing here I’m...
Tim Huber
Mar 10, 20222 min read
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A Painted Man
Paint me a picture to describe how I’m feeling when words cannot capture the voices I’m hearing. With dark gloomy blues paint my heart...
Tim Huber
Mar 3, 20222 min read
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Mental Messiah
My mind: a prison and a temple. Inside: hidden unsheltered. I worship in chains with my feet in a grave nailed to the altar with nothing...
Tim Huber
Feb 24, 20222 min read
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Children of Hope
My dreams are fading I’m pulled—awakened The Rest is shaken something is waking. It’s small and pale but so large in my mind a ghastly...
Tim Huber
Jan 27, 20221 min read
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Another Drop in the Bucket
There’s a drop in the bucket a drop of muddy water dripping from a spigot weathered, rusted over. The bucket cannot fill there’s a crack...
Tim Huber
Jan 19, 20222 min read
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