Tag Archives: CanLit

Poetry: The Dead Do Tell Tales

The Dead Do Tell Tales The dead do tell tales. Our beloved dead speak to us in codes. In signs. A flicker of light. A soft whisper in the darkness. They communicate in our dreams. The dead always tell tales. … Continue reading

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Poetry: Young As We Were

Young As We Were Young as we were. Old as I may now be. I still miss you sometimes. We thought being young. Was a luxury. I was left behind. To learn the truth. The true luxury. Lies in growing … Continue reading

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Poetry: No Longer Dreams

No Longer Dreams My dreams. Are no longer dreams. It is no longer the sandman. That lulls me into sleep. He is not the one. To bring me peace. While I lay asleep. It is the reaper. Coming to take … Continue reading

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Poetry: The Dead Do Tell Tales

The Dead Do Tell Tales The dead do tell tales. Our beloved dead speak to us in codes. In signs. A flicker of light. A soft whisper in the darkness. They communicate in our dreams. The dead always tell tales. … Continue reading

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Poetry: Choose

Choose I’m finally choosing you The way I should have everyday Even though you’re not here to choose anymore I feel the strings that always held us together Holding me now Bringing me back to you My insides tied to … Continue reading

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Poetry: CODA

CODA A portrait A lyric A string of chords Art speaks to the soul Music is one of the highest art forms It can define a life Change a life Even save a life Hearing a song at just the … Continue reading

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Poetry: Violence

Violence Violence can be found in silence. It can be invisible to the naked eyes. There’s violence in the time that conceals wounds. The relentless succession of days. The impossibility of turning back the clock. Violence is what escapes us. … Continue reading

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