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"Nosce te Ipsum"

I'm taking creative writing. I believe that my portfolio will be expanding quite a bit in this class. My instructor has already declared that she's simply going to make us write. So, my blog should expand quite a bit as well. The particular assignment is to take the last line from a poem we like (Edgar Allen Poe - "The Raven") and make it the first line of our own, original piece. This is the result:

Shall be lifted nevermore,
Beyond the earth evermore
Past the scarecrow of paramour
To a place I’ve been before.

Try to deceive against the grain,
Abolished from the masses I came,
Rise above the ashes of fame,
To thyself, myself became.

Teach the lessons of the past
Knowledge of man amassed,
Instruction manual of life surpassed
To a place greater than vast.

Grasped before the value of pain
Fermented truth of solidified disdain
Pushed aside my telltale bane
The fragment of existence remains.

Shall be lifted nevermore,
Beyond the earth evermore
Small impression in the time of yore
To a place I’ve been before.

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  1. Excellent work Myke. Maybe I will carry your work forward and find a poem inside my dusty poetic consciousness...

    You give me a great start with your last line.

    I am very excited to see what you create in the coming months!

    -JS

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