𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆
Let it all out.. Don't be so hard on yourself.. If all you ever did this year was to survive.. Then take your flowers…
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A simple poem for Christmas
In a world where sin ruled A dominion ceased from the fall of men Was a child sent to set men free And live among men for eternity At night was the shepherd flock Visited by…
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In the last sunflower on the mountain | PhotoFeed Contest Landscape Photography Round 149 [EN-ES]
I hung my body on the last sunflower on the mountain. The sparrows wove a crown of cactus thorns to remind me of the smell of blood, but I don't…
Africa in a glance
This is a poem for the Africa of old I can tell you of a place Lovely as a pretty face A land full of greener fields Virile men in melanin skin Mountains high and valleys low…
Choice: God's Gift
Lured by the waves of lust The deceits that seem true before our eyes But deep within are snares with gnashing teeth Waiting, longing, and eager to rip the flesh of its victim…
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Shadows in the otherness of a gesture | Shadow Hunters SMASh Contest Round 404 [EN/ES]
The Romerillos overturn the sentence. Shield, otherness of a gesture.…
Between My Arms.
Before the morning calls the street awake, I gather you against my chest, Your breath a gentle drum, teaching me patience. From the first cry that split the night, I learned…
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Columns where illusions can rest | PhotoFeed Contest Black & White Photography Round 147 [EN-ES]
One can find reality fragmented, go through life in black and white, tattoo the soul on bricks with cranks without pedals and columns where illusions rest.…
The scars that shape me
I'm made of pain, the broken pieces of me Precept by precept my torn flesh packed up Each scar an image of pain and brokenness But in them was my strength built I am no longer…
The Weight of an Unsaid Yes
Little did I know time travels Leaving behind the burden I once hope it'd heal And the things I hesitated to embrace There I sat, tick by tick watching it fade away Wishes…
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