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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: 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: 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: Girls

Girls The weaker sex The gender known for its compassion Yet the nastiest remarks come from girls? Rumors are spread as easily as breaths are taken. Respond to rumors? Why. That would stoke the coals of gossip. Churn them into … Continue reading

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Poetry: Love Never Dies

Love Never Dies Dreams begin with a siren song. That lures our beloved dead. To life in our unconscious world. By day they watch our struggles. Our successes. At night they are resurrected in our dreams. No longer a ghost. … 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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Poetry: We The Dreamers

We The Dreamers Dreams are made of us We are made of dreams Dreams Born of our thoughts Born of our emotions Endlessly renewing Endlessly creating Born of our misery Thriving in on our unconscious state Bringing the dead back … Continue reading

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