Tag: world
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A Thank You to My Readers
I’m just gonna get it off my chest… My grandmother died last week. This is the third death I experienced in 10 months. First, my Father then my Auntie now this. So I stopped writing for a little over a week. I needed time to think. I needed time to take it all in. Ultimately,…
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Hard To Break
Thousands of miles separate distant hearts A space that missed and longed for you Is within arm’s reach but still so far away Arguments, tense conversations, childhood trauma and broken dreams Left us hurt but speechless How can a soul piece together pressure and stress that it can’t comprehend? Years of words that went unspoken,…
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Chains
Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road…
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Calf
The food lives not It was cut from the root Drained of it substance It breathes no longer Seeking sunlight no more It’s days of grazing ran short It’s freedom to roam cut off While the world turned The breeze blew Days went on While life was taken to sustain another’s… The calf grew strong…
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Molded Bread
Gloom is a shadow that thankful souls don’t need. Cast it aside like bad food. Don’t consume the sadness created by the few. Who seek ignorance and ignore the truth. Stand up against the rising feeling of anxiety. Do not eat of it’s fruit. It grows in the world like mold taking to old bread.…
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Growing With Change
A turquoise view through painted glass Exists for me and you Look out the window Icy wind blows, The hooting and howling Can be heard down the block Where the sidewalk is slick And men move like serpents Whispering into open ears Begging to be closer Utilizing deception to be near Mahogany branches sway on…
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Creativity
It comes and goes like people moving through turnstiles in a downtown building. But it’s always there. The artistic desires of the dreamer are continual and fail to end when creativity is at hand. So paint, draw, direct, sing, dance out your dreams to take the sail boat of happiness to a new land. We…
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