Narrative

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Gift or a Curse

You Decide

Gift or a Curse

Words heard that meant so much

Words felt that meant the most to you

Words expressed to...

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Blind Decisions

Blind Decisions

Victims to ourselves
captive to our minds
hostage to our hearts
Lost and found...

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A heart rules a head ❤️

A heart rules a head ❤️

Theres a nagging bit of doubt that niggles inside ones mysterious mind

A suspicious suggestion...

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Our Hands Touch

To brave the cold of winter to know where water frozen
Shall thaw in spring and bring us rain...

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The Flowers Have Vanished

Sunflowers grew tall in the fields of plenty
One day as they lay their heads down to rest
...

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PLAYING AN INSTRUMENT

He made a vow to himself one September night
Practice and practice until it was perfect and right...

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BORED

Bored you are
alone and afraid
Those demons
in your closet
Call your name...

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Extra Extra Read All About It

Extra Extra Read All About It

Yesterday’s newspaper becomes today’s toilet paper

But yesterday’s toilet paper is today’s...

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Self-Remedy

Self-Remedy

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ?
Please just give me a name ,
tell me there’s a pill, or a specific...

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Singing songs of happiness ❤️

Singing songs of happiness ❤️

Sing though your heart is aching

Make music from the sound you are making

On each and...

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A little less

A little less

I don’t miss the darkness
that held my subconscious and mental health captive however the writes...

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She Calls

Audio Freestyle Poem too

She Calls

She calls your name as her voice whispers amidst your subconscious making broken promises trying to...

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The One Thing I Hide

This is a poem written in a lgbtqia+ persons shoes.

The One Thing I Hide

Everyone I meet, no matter the day
Thinks I'm some kind of peaceful pray

As I am not...

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Broke

Broke

Freedom costs, can you spare
some change says the guy
holding the sign
———————...

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BEING EIGHT YEARS OLD

The playground noise and constant chatter
Life is for living and nothing else will matter
...

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The Secret Garden 🧚‍♀️

The Secret Garden 🧚‍♀️

The secret garden with an old oak door is so magical and mysterious....I have been there before.......

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Footprints in the sand 💙

Footprints in the sand 💙

Ahh those footprints in the sinking sands hold so many marvellous memories

All washed away with...