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Tim wrote a new post
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This is deep.
Death is unfair and painful for loved ones. It absolutely feels unfinished.
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Tim wrote a new post
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I’m digging dark Tim!
These two stanzas build quite the image and feeling.
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Well this is interesting! I love the tie in with her as the subject header. It’s a tight rhyme scheme, very clever.
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Cleverly penned, Tim. Excellent write with amazing flow my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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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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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.
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The only way to fight hate is with love and compassion. Standing together in the face of adversity and having each other’s back.
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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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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,
but the soft, spacious…Read More3 Comments - Load More Posts
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I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️