Micah Krahn

Seahawks

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Football
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Close to my house, on nearby splintered telephone poles, perch twelve black birds on a wire communicating amongst themselves about the ever-long sun setting wilderness awaiting behind them.
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Come my child and let me show you a garden of melodies. For not far from where we are is a scared, hurt, wretchedly twisted and rusted instrument. She has no name and her destiny is not known yet to her.
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Time
by Micah Krahn

Motionless He stands, neither living nor dead, but a part of both worlds.
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The most unlikeliest of poems, often come from the tastiest ideas..
When preparing food, i first wash my hands, the more soap the better.
Appliances. Waffle maker or Toaster? Toaster. Tool of choice. Stainless Steel Knife.
selecting my ingredients for my conjuration of eatery, is the next goal on my itinerary.
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A long beautiful silver angel who slices harder than a thousand screaming demons.
Her grace has befallen all who prey upon her.
Her blade fury unleashes the light as it severs through the darkness like a hushed whisper.
Mortal and Immortal gods have fallen with their brothers of humanity.
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This poem is about my experiences in the streets of Sweden.Buildings in the capitol of Stockholm, cloud the city streets; like stacked up moving boxes.
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An ancient myth tells of a once great city of Valantis, lain to ruins by the Evils of Aticus, and the eclipsing wrath of the great Poseidon, this ballad tells of the ferocious battle which ensued.

Swallowed by his legendary monstrous irate wrath, He decimated his foes with a unstoppable devastating force, forever entombing their grotesque souls into the gargoyles within the Greek God's domain.
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by Micah Krahn

The Gods have fallen from their apocalyptic cloudless heavens. Their religion no longer bind our souls together, they are no longer the voices in our heads.
Their biblical testaments are now nothing but ashen manuscripts which have finally resoluted to the endless lies. We have awaken from our dreamy realization and have declared that your Gods are nothing but wood, stone and an idea sent to demonize our world into submission to an unknown deity in which our fragile lives have been grasped in the frailty of our own weakness.
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When the Devil comes knocking, be polite or he will rip your deathless life out of your mouth,
damning your foul tongue to stone shattering all your teeth out of your head as they laugh at your torment on the cold dark sidewalk.
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Beyond the slithering ascending shadows of the barn rafters, divulged an ideal refuge for the constellation of endless webbing which barraged between each beam.
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Scandalous
Temptress
Ravishing
Incredible
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I Tore Off My Wings
And gave them to you!
Now you are the angel, and I am the “fallen one'.
You fly throughout the heaven’s glorified galaxies.
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Bound in chains, burdened from the slavery of sin, I sit alone in the darkness.
The darkness haunts my soul.
Eternal hell awaits my unknowing soul, trapped, no where to go. Every door I turn to is locked. A destiny of darkness awaits.
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Deep in the ancient shady forest where the summer breeze flows ever sweetly dwells the scent of a black unicorn
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A house is more than a home. It is where I was first welcomed by family when I was born.
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Somewhere out beyond the phantom swells of the undulate breakers, past the silver studded raindrops which elegantly charm the ocean breeze.
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Cut me up into little pieces, lick my razor blade. bleed the horizon from my veins.
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One of the worst feelings in the world, is knowing you have a chance to know someone, but the more time goes by all you see is dead space.

Every forgotten second spent wishing away, is a memory which we could’ve achieved together.

Deafening silence between the thousands of minutes you should have together, but instead it is replaced with moments which aren’t for sale.
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Love me soon and love me now you are the only one for me
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