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The Tragic Reality
My eyes are wide awakeLooking at the sunlit skyAs the sun begins to setMy shadow leaving meIn solitude among the dark Racing thoughts escapeMy ... - Current Affairs & PoliticsCultureCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & Garden
The Death Of A Small Town Generation – A Poem
Thirteen years ago we walked across a church stageNow, so many of us are deadIraq, Afghanistan, or from drug overdoses[Mostly drug overdoses]Some of them? ... Letter To My Daughter Part I
With or without youNow I am faced Abundant emptinessLoss of my faith How can I continueLive as it’s normal Your presence awayMy spirit before ...- LifestyleCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & Garden
Broken Webs
I’m looking through the glassyour lifeYou smile, twirl, and pipeto your followers.You spin your web and entangle othersManipulation and imitationyou draw them in. The ... - Self-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesEntertainmentDesign, Fashion & StyleCreativity
Summer Sweetheart
Penned by: sylstein & Calpernia Charles We met in the summerour love like no otheryou were like no oneI had ever meteverything felt familiarbut ... All The King’s Men
If all kings and queensLooked down belowUpon the gathering massWhat would they see? A poor manClinging to a blanket for warmthAsking for spare changeAnything ...Noazi Nayba
Noazi naybaaalwayz di peel dehn aiychroo deh winda Nobadi si dehnobadi noaevri winda kloazeevn di doa Bot outta di bloolaik Graama Suedis jratid umankohn ...You May Not Know This
You may not know this, but when they tell you you’re incapable of love, they mean that they are the ones incapable of love. ...Carpe Piscinam
Incongruity is worn like A kimonoSplashing, swimming in the heat A back drop of goldenrod In its prime And the smell of crab applesFallen ...September Shadows
A void slithers into himLeisurely consuming his soulDarkness leaching into his veinsTurning his eyes into black holes Time passing slowlyMemories beginning to fadeSunset now ...
