• Heave Silence

    words recede
    when darkness settles
    and sound is heard only at the edges
    muffled though they be…
    silent sobs and absolute grief
    louder in my senses
    than gunshots and shouts of jubilation
    because we all know where hate takes us
    but only some will see it
    guess it’s only visible…
    from the barrel end of a gun
    to…Read More

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    • It sounds like moment of redemption. The darkness seems to have control it all.

      It talks about gunshots, shouts of jubilation over hate, and staying “triggered.” It’s that “eye for an eye” energy where the fight never ends because everyone is “just warming up” to hurt each other back.

      • The only way to fight hate is with love and compassion. Standing together in the face of adversity and having each other’s back.

        • Yes exactly… With love always to defeat against the darkness that will not win. Good write keep it up .

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    Heavy Silence

    words recede when darkness settles and sound is heard only at the edges muffled though they be... silent sobs and absolute grief louder in my senses than gunshots and shouts of jubilation because we all know where hate takes us but only some will see it guess it's...

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    • The title sums it up. We all know where hate takes us. We do and some try their best to stay away from it and others well…

      • Others seem to relish it. Does make me wonder what deficit is within them that they think they need to fill it with hate. Thank you, Fia 😊

    • Daddy taught me how to shoot because he said it was important to know how to protect myself if I ever needed to. He also said the first thing I needed to know was that if I’m not going to be able to use it, it will be used against me so I should probably never get one. I’ve stuck by that philosophy since that day. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

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    Strangers Camp in the Mind

    They check the locksand install cameras,hoping to catch the crafty villainsthat plague their life like a mysterious virus.They call crying hysterical,say it happened again while they slept.Messed with. Nothing on the cameras.No evidence.But they've never been more sure.Hands on...

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    • You speak of a bizarre situation. If it’s not dementia than it’s paranoia. That can be hard to deal with, especially when moving to another state is seriously considered. Definitely a case for stress for the one who has to listen to it all. Good one, Thomas.

    • Oh wow, I swear I know these people. Unfortunately, in the case of mine, they’re not fully imagining things. When a bit of real harassment is lad down, it builds on a mind until everything becomes subject to suspect. It sucks for those observing and listening, but more so for them. Solid write here

    • I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
      Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally loved

      Patience like a prayer,
      thinking until my brain bruises.

      This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.

    • “But then they glance at me.
      And those eyes cut through.
      Like I’m part of it now.”

      Hauntingly penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. The verse above gave me goosebumps. It’s always feels like we’re on a journey in your stories. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Footsteps that do not belong to the house are a rupture, not necessarily danger,
      but a shift in the contract between space and silence.
      They mark the moment when architecture stops being loyal.

      Appreciate you!

  • 12th in Emptiness, Oblivion, and the Breeze That Knows Too Much

    April 12th rises
    like a hollow bowl.
    A day carved out of absence,
    light as a rib,
    quiet as a room
    after everyone has left
    but the air still remembers
    their names.

    This is the day of emptiness
    not the cruel kind,
    not the collapsing void,
    but the soft, spacious…Read More

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    me and Him

    infinite dark beheld mewhile humming a tune he sung over mehappily creating a new fascinationsomeday I would be a companionutterly charmed by himhe sang of grace and commitmentgrowing me from nothing but dustenveloped in His womb I grewfrom nothing...

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    • Some people grow with an appreciation for their maker, and others drift through life. Good one, and a lovely photo. 🙂

      • hello dearest Tim good morning I grew in appreciation when I started to hear him myself not when people at the church told me what he was saying and I never found him I found while contemplating on nature thank you so much for the lovely comment ❤️

    • The becoming is a beautiful thing, Brenda. This one made me smile 😊🧡

    • hello dearest Damian thank you graciously ❤️

    • I love how this whole piece is written. From beginning to being continued!
      As people I feel we continue to evolve.
      Even when we aren’t looking.
      Awesome write!

      • hello beautiful Adelphina thank you graciously I believe it too we are in a constant state of evoluion and growth no matter how many lives we have you can witness it in old souls and those you can tell are here for the first time…I deeply appreciate you sharing ❤️

    • Dear B,

      For me, the presence of one’s higher power guiding us when we’re willing to receive is pulsating throughout this write. I kept thinking throughout my life whenever I wanted to do something differently but was spiritually guided in a different direction…typically I was grateful it didn’t happen the way I wished. Your piece of growth and gratitude is ever present in this write and your accompanying picture is beautiful. H xx 🌷

      • hello beautiful Honoria good afternoon I’m very grateful to be led and know I”m not alone I didn’t always know that and it was scary… I’m happy you have felt that guiding spirit as well thank you graciously for the love have a beautiful day ❤️

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