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Good memories bloom with a smile under the sunshine. They are beauty in the petals but they fall by the wind: the gust of my trauma,
By Caitlin Charltonabout an hour ago in Poets
The first time it happened, he thought it was a dream. He woke up at exactly 6:30 a.m. The same dull grey light slipped through the curtains.
By Mariana Fariasabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Verse 1 In the silence of the night, I hear your heart call, Whispers of emotions that you can’t recall. Each drop on the pillow tells a story untold,
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Verse 1 Put down the ladder to the sky, Sit wherever you happen to be. No altar, no perfect light, Just the hush of a living city
I'm so tired of the hatred From the people who would have cheered Jesus's death I'm sick of the joy and vindication I see in their faces as they mock everything God has taught us
[Verse] Crawling through the ashes of my pride Fighting shadows where my demons hide This crown of thorns I wear in shame
Last night, I didn’t sleep. Not because I couldn’t — but because I knew if I closed my eyes, I’d see you again. And the strange thing is… I wanted to.
By Mariana Fariasabout 2 hours ago in Poets
[Verse] Stone hearts break the air tonight Fingers pointing sharp as knives Shadows whisper in their sin A world that tears instead of mends
