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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
THE GRAVITY OF THE GRUDGE
You see a person sentenceed to death
Days counted before their last breath
Done so much pain and unimaginable sorrow.Now the question is as follows…
Would you feed that person today,
What he or she wouldn’t be able to do tomorrow?Would you offer the mercy you’d hope to receive?
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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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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.