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Poetry: Contradictions

Contradictions It does not matter what position your mind takes. What you think. Your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You want to go. You’re desperate to stay. Your mind will believe comforting lies While also knowing … Continue reading

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Poetry: Missing Piece

Missing Piece The missing piece. What I had sought after day after day. Sleepless night after night. It was hidden in my own mind. Like a coded secret. You ruined your own life. I had watched it all unravel. An … Continue reading

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Poetry: Wisdom

Wisdom We see pain and death as ultimate evils Then question How good is a God that does such evil to the good? Is the God the ultimate betrayer? What we see is an incomplete picture of reality You can’t … Continue reading

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Poetry: Absence

Absence I stood under the warm water until my blue fingers turned pink. Blood ran hot under my skin again. I still felt the cold in my bones. I tried to shake it off. It’s not real. Just the absence … Continue reading

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Poetry: A Kind Heart Can Change The World

A Kind Heart Will Change The World She was a simple doll Fallen astray Perhaps left behind by a careless child Perhaps abandoned by a traveling family My Grandmother saw this doll as a lost soul A lost orphan could … Continue reading

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Poetry: I’ll Never Accept You’re Gone

There is nothing unique to my sufferings. Every family has lost someone. Every person has suffered a broken heart. Life is supposed to move on. But it hasn’t for me. The bitter winter slipped into Summer greenery. Which changed into … Continue reading

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Poetry: Death of The Season

Death of The Season The dead leaves crunch beneath my feet. With each step I take. Only a few stragglers remain on the branches. Some drop to the ground. When the wind picks up. A yellow leaf twirls and dances. … Continue reading

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