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In silence, words disappear, Unspoken—louder than any sound. A heart longs to be understood, But the world is too vast, too harsh. A voice is lost in the noise— Not because it isn’t there, But because it’s afraid to be heard. A soul bears the weight of mistakes, Carrying the heaviness of regret, Trying to mend what was broken. And then—I see...

It is an incredibly beautiful world. Some people choose to add to it, While it eats at others so much, They lash out in a storm of ruin. Imagine that we could consume it- To place the beauty of life inside, To digest it for a time eternal... But it merely dances on the senses. See, humanity is a push-pull train, Where our looming death is the...

i know the shape of your shadow better than my own it falls across magazines bus stops and my morning coffee you exist in loud and i exist in quiet between us is a velvet rope made of time zones and strangers who got there first i am a lyric you will never sing wrong because you will never sing it i keep it folded in my mouth like a...

The dusty jacket, tattered, did belie Within held pearls bespeaking truth To bring within perfect symmetry The recipe I needed in my youth So distracted I walked through the falling library Of shelves begging with every groan To collect pages torn falling unwary Those voices would fade to the unknown About flew ravens taunting with...

The Joker’s divinity is laughter; his faith keeps him alive, it is his water and his bread. Among the colors he wears red would stand out, were he not so skilled at hiding his own hell. He laughs at others’ hearts, offers roses of sarcasm and knives of tenderness to lovers who kiss against the doors of his night. The Joker mocks those who throw...

I sit in dark solitude, Planning a way to help the world But connecting with people Is my ineptitude I know my plan would see success But in spite of my fortitude, I have no one to tell Here In my solitude, There is now, a group I see Whose thoughts parallel me They’ve laid out a plan, I find Is an almost perfect copy of mine While moving in my...

I awoke this morning in a warm room with hydrostatic thoughts diffusing with the early drip-tension of sunlight. Muscles sore, body slow, I maneuvered through some basic intuitive limbering, stretching the body to fill up the soul, heart, and mind. That was my intention; but then, I didn't really have an initial value for the day, for these chain...