Dirt Clod

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Under heel
I am not much,
But the mangled earth
That remains
In the great strides of men

No mind
No train of emotions
No hopes to ascend
To dream, to conceive, to command

There are no roots
In this bad patch of earth
No purposeful seeds to sprout
And embrace the foul world

Torn up by the heedless
I am the unknown filth
That stains every ruthless mile

World of False Notions

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Disapproval
Gnaws at my hide
In the clutches of night

As they prod the remains
I have strewn
Through the day

I burn and I dive
Alight with the worry
Of a world of false notions

Perhaps I have fallen
Painfully short
Of the prosperous son
My former and shed away skin

Perhaps I’ve prevailed
As I’ve faithfully feared
And I’ve landed in glory
Emblazed with light

Isles Amid the Surf – Author William Wright, Jr.

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His former trials

Were waning isles

Amid

The truth-bearing swell

As he steamrolled on

Lamenting in circles

Faithfully spiraling

To his last stream of breath

His former ills

Were dissolved

At the tide’s

Beck and call

Diminished

In the foam

Of kindred hearts

Sapped

By their bounty

Treasured

By the mere winds of chance

© William Wright, Jr.

William Wright

Excerpt from the book “The Slums of Nightfall”


William Wright About the Author

 My name is William Lorenzo Wright, Jr. I am the youngest of three children, as well as the only son to two loving and hard-working parents. I am a college student from San Diego California and I hold a deep passion for reading and writing poetry. I was sixteen years old when I first fell in love with poetry and I have been faithful to the craft ever since.

Visit William’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/william-wright–jr.-.html

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The Death of a Fearsome Day

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The day devolves by the minute
From a hulking beast
To a scurrying pest

Fear has no place
Out of mind in the calm
That spills from the havoc

A relief
That seeps
And slithers in red

From a day I once knew
The scourge of my nights
A lone terror
That burned
At the end of my roads

Dare

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Peace, is marooned in the clouds
On the mountains I’ve forged
From the mud and the stones

From the slightest of knolls
I have chiseled the impassable heights
All the cliffs, I am destined to scale

Peace of mind
Is too great of a climb in these eyes
That build and build
Upon the mounds of my fears

Yet the heights will crack
And topple with ease
At the first fearless step
At the utterance
Of onward and onward

 

 

Season of Misfits

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The outliers linger in vogue
As the unaware chiefs
Conceiving, commanding
Every stream of the world

The cool and offbeat
Are the formerly deplored
The pitiful,the timid
From an old world of woes

The strange are reclaimed
As the world falls behind
Their full-hearted stride

For the strange are in vogue
Overflowing, with passion and pride
As the brave
Revelation of minds

William Wright

Just another friendly reminder, my latest collection of poems “The Slums of Nightfall” has been published and it is available for purchase on Amazon. It’s a book that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically  my ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is not about a literal slum. It is about a state of mind a person can reach, when they lie awake at night, contemplating the world around them. It is about the wee hours of the morning, when your home has fallen silent and you are left to be wide awake with your memories. Each poem is a part of larger story; a story about wrestling with your fears and insecurities, and the slow and gradually journey toward loving and accepting yourself. Amazon  Author Page

Vanishing Lines

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It is already forgotten
All the blood and the glory
So willingly and freely
Dispensed in the mud

The flames are long gone
In the shadows of the mind
Where the trek of our fears
Once rumbled and raged

Yet the tears never stall
In a mother’s new plight
Her trial by fire
Each bleary-eyed dawn

Blood stains every mile
Every wavering breath
From the sorrowful depths
Of the many who survived

William Wright

My latest collection of poetry has been published! I never thought I would get to type those words. But today is that day. My dream has become a reality and I could not have achieved this without all of your help. The constant feedback and words of encouragement are apart of what motivates me to write these poems. This is the beginning of a truly exciting chapter. Let’s just see what happens next..

The Slums of Nightfall is a collection of poetry that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically the author’s ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is not about a literal slum. It is about a state of mind a person can reach, when they lie awake at night, contemplating the world around them. It is about the wee hours of the morning, when your home has fallen silent and you are left to be wide awake with your memories. Each poem is a part of larger story; a story about wrestling with your fears and insecurities, and the slow and gradually journey toward loving and accepting yourself. The book is available for purchase on  Amazon and the Creative Talents Unleashed website.