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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
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
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Willow wrote a new post
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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…
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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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Thomas W. Case wrote a new post
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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.
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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
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I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally lovedPatience like a prayer,
thinking until my brain bruises.This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.
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“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
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
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,
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Crimsin wrote a new post
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Some people grow with an appreciation for their maker, and others drift through life. Good one, and a lovely photo. 🙂
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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.
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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 🌷
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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.