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Broken Promises
The sun carves sharp shadows,Knifing through the table’s surface,Splitting me clean—like the fractured heartOf the solar system’s ego A skeleton, glowing in divine dread,Caught in the bite of a merciless godHer fangs sink deep, unyielding,Tearing through my moral compass,Ripping apart… Continue reading
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Land of The Living
A weekend of loneliness and quiet rageHow swiftly I forget the calm beneathWhere stillness can so quickly transformInto a storm of darkness, fierce and wildRacing thoughts, emotions like crashing waves I return, seeking shelter on calm watersWading through the vast,… Continue reading
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Travelers
What if we’re merely travelers hereOn this vast, ever-expanding sphere,Not drifting in a dream within a dreamBut standing on this ancient soil,Breathing in the thick, indifferent air,Wading through the chaos of existence? With weary steps and hopeful hearts,We press toward… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part IV
The winter night pressed in on Philadelphia, thick and suffocating, as Eliot made his way down the icy streets, hands buried deep in his coat pockets. His breath came out in uneven clouds, hanging in the cold air before dissolving… Continue reading
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When Heaven Burns
The day the fire came, I was standing on the porch of my creaky old house in Cedar Ridge, Tennessee, sipping coffee from a chipped mug. It was the kind of morning where the mist hung low over the fields,… Continue reading
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Beyond Our Control
A force of fear tugs at our minds,Pulling us deeper into the storm of thought.One moment, we are calm, anchored, stillSeeing the world as a gentle place,Safe, depending on how we choose to look,And where we stand within its quiet… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III
Eliot sat at his kitchen table, staring at his blank journal. The paper was crisp and white, mocking him with its emptiness. His pen hovered, twitching in his fingers, as he struggled to put words down—any words—about Ida. He could… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part II
The wind whipped around Eliot as he hurried down Chestnut Street, his boots crunching through the thin layer of snow that blanketed Philadelphia. His scarf fluttered, barely protecting his face from the bitter cold, but the chill in the air… Continue reading
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Beyond the Suffering
Beyond this suffering, a new world stirs,Sitting on the cushion, the edges blurAches and pains, the mind’s cruel fire,Melt away like frost in the warmth of the sun In this transient momentForgotten are the plans, the schemesEach inhale draws in… Continue reading
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Garden Of Hatred
It’s not like a ball of fire Exploded out of thin airAnd destroyed my egoNo, I rested in the terrorDiscovered I wasn’t aloneWith the thoughts of oblivion When the sun rose the next morningI shivered in the bitter cold &… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 