Blake Capps

Joined June 2022

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I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.

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Captain's Log
The shadowy alley of villainous crime, a once fertile valley now covered in rime. An old shipwrecked galley begging for a sign,
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
The Saint
Pressurized threats from the lungs of the saint all the words never said fill the gaps with your thanks. Lived and loved effigies in the water you sank
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
The Artist
It's almost like an artist is anathema to hope. Not in what they make, but in the ways in which they cope. With a subtle application of techniques for truth they grope.
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
A Dream of Drowning
The wheel it turns above my head gnashing, roiling, singing dread martyrs wake in dreams they bled lambs the shepherds slaughter.
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
Constellation's Nocturn
Would a star think itself burning out slowly - or are the eons to its mind but fleeting? Is the creep of entropy a sudden threat - or a quiet dread staving off sleeping?
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
Revolutions
Vive la liberté Jacobins, Girondins, hear Danton's debut walk to the scaffold the crowd craves a view hold up the head grinning Liberty's smile
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
Tyrant
This is the time of curbing excess the taking of greed we lay it to rest. The people grow tired of beating their breast. You gave us but air we paid with our breath.
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
Wanderlust
The River Which way did the river run when you were leaving home? Did it travel towards the setting sun or rise to meet the dawn?
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
The Hills
The peaks and valleys are not as vast as mountain tops or mountain's pass yet we grow wise as sky is vast up the hills we wander
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
Aphrodite's Daughter
A mist and fog came rolling in to wash away or hide our sins. I hope the first but then again, I only fear the water. Be it rain or be it snow
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
Shaking, Liabilities, and Becoming Disillusioned
Shaking I'm feeling so wretched my skin will soon tear all the ashes are hopes that we share piling upon all the burdens we bare
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets
5 Poems
Sable If trees could sing their sap would bring a joy so overflowing. With drink in cup we sink and sup our merriment still growing,
By Blake Capps2 years ago in Poets

Blake Capps

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Captain's Log

The Saint

The Artist

A Dream of Drowning

Constellation's Nocturn

Revolutions

Tyrant

Wanderlust

The Hills

Aphrodite's Daughter

Shaking, Liabilities, and Becoming Disillusioned

5 Poems

Stories (13/0)