Poetry
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One-Eyed Town
Spinning circles in this one-eyed townWhere the buildings lean like drunks in prayerAnd shadows wear the faces of strangersThe road to the barn is black with secretsIt reeks of scorched dreams & damp furSomewhere out there, the night-circus humsTheir voices… Continue reading
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The Curse of the Writer
Many believe a writer’s life is divineA blessing wrapped in muses & rhymeBut being a scribe is more like a diseaseA hunger that grows & is never appeased We carve out words, yet they never sufficeChasing wild dreams at an… Continue reading
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The Glow of Christmas Love
Beneath the twinkle of December’s skyWhere snowflakes dance & dreams soar highA warmth blooms bright, a timeless cheerThe joy of loved ones gathered near The crackle of logs in the fireplace humsAs hearts unite where laughter comesWith every smile, the… Continue reading
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Christmas Eve’s Specter
Beneath the moon’s icy glowA phantom stirs where shadows grow It treads the halls in spectral whiteA silent watcher of the night Its hollow eyes, a mournful pleaFor peace it seeks eternally Each Christmas Eve, it fades awayYet leaves a… Continue reading
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On My Father’s Birthday
I think of my father on his birthday todayThe legacy he forged in his own wayThe battles we fought, the words we exchangedThe rare tender moments, both heartfelt & strange Though we clashed & butt heads, as fathers and sons… Continue reading
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The Dreamweaver’s Crossing
Dr. Mira Feld sat at her desk, sifting through a stack of patient notes. Her latest session with Julian had been strange—stranger than usual. Julian was a prolific dreamer, prone to intricate stories of soaring mountains, glittering oceans, and cities… Continue reading
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The Shadows Flow
Beneath the moon’s cold, weeping glowThrough shattered panes, the shadows flowHer whispers haunt the silent hallWhere love betrayed began to fall Faded roses, petals strewnHer spirit lingers with the moonA ghostly ache, a longing sighFor love that lives, though it… Continue reading
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The Raven’s Line
In twilight’s pallid, ashen glowA specter stirs with ink-stained flowEdgar, bound to midnight’s gleamA captive to the wraith of dream Trembling pen, what muse is thisThat weaves a world of dread and bliss?Through hollow halls where shadows playAnd madness guides… Continue reading
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The Promise Tree
The humid air clung to William’s skin as he trudged through the moonlit woods toward the old oak tree. Twenty years had passed since he’d last set foot in the sleepy Southern town, and the place felt as foreign as… Continue reading
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Night Birds Sing Like Demons
Get out of this town while you still canThe night birds sing like demonsAnd the snakes crawl up in your eyes We used to hang by the movie theaterYou and I, star-crossed lovers waitingFor the preacher’s son to sell us… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 