Don’t let the stench of fear paralyze your chance of doing,
let your force ignite an appetite—kindle within yourself a sense of might.
Don’t listen to the bells that toll, death is ringing at your door—
Rise, for life is beckoning even more.
Don’t just brush the bold hand of change,
clasp it firm—each finger threaded with the stench of what you stand to gain.
Don’t taste the bitter notes of injustice,
swallow your pride and your pity—better flavors await that are less gritty.
Don’t just look upon your uncertain future with wavering and glassy eyes,
seek—for only enlightenment can wash away thoughts so bleak
About the Creator
Hyde Wunderli
Enthusiast of gothic romanticism and strong themes.
Here for the dopamine, the passion, and the challenge to push my comfort zone.
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When the World Burns
When the world burns I will lay in your bed of roses-feel the lavender of your skin cool the heat of my wounds. And you shall turn your cheek to the comfort of my pulsing heart, where we then embrace the view of this Devine tragedy called life.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Poets
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*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler6 days ago in Interview
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Nicely done, Hyde. Some memorable lines here that definitely have a punch.