A clock ticks down in an empty room Nothing in there to hold to judgement The fire burns out, and the smoke fades A circle of no impact in the void Forgotten words that no one spoke Buried beneath the

...I had to let go what weighs me down... It wasn't the grief, It wasn't the leaving. It was the habit of carrying what everyone else dropped at my feet. Some burdens only survive because we mistake them

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Los ojos giran penetrando el pecado y la luz orbitando sobre bosques y mares evitan los muros silenciosos las consignas vacías y el rumor que cae helado en mi garganta. Mis ojos tienen piernas y andan

Some People's Never Leave you Some people don't leave when they die. They leave their shoes by the door. Their laugh inside old walls. Their fingerprints on cups nobody wants to wash. One day you realize...

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Every turn, problems came back. Ever since I came back, I wish I never came back. I left the heavens behind my back. Now I regret every moment since I'm back. Weaker since I'm back. Tired since I'm back.

The Spell Gone Wrong He was an avid reader, with a special interest in magic Curiosity got the better of him. He longed to test his knowledge. She seemed the ideal subject, an intriguing mind, yet vulnerable

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En estos días cuando el verano encendido devuelve al Sol su poder te extraño y te llevo conmigo como un dolor atado a la costilla como una flor arrastrada por el viento hacia el infinito de los mares.

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Se aprende en la escuela del garito: cripto va, cripto viene, cripto lava, y el gesto de quien nunca ha leído un delito pero firma con rúbrica de larva. Pregunta el periodista con su escozor de avispa

In summer's hot smelt colours dance dusk's susurrus as adults chatter. The Painting 'The Common’ - A Psychedelic Summer Party This painting by Kathryn Maple won first prize in the John Moores University

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Sonidos que vienen de tiempos atrás escondidos en el humo De un pasado tan distante que enloquece a los más serenos En el que personas desconcertadas adormecen miedos sin tapujos Los colores de un paisaje

A gospel poem based on Matthew 1:21 I converted into AI song.

Didn't what I had said come true? Didn't you end up losing them too? I watched everything fall apart. Tell me, was the city of your heart ever rebuilt? Just one meeting in an entire year— Isn't that the

Greenland's dream Heaven Oaken woven wilderness - distant towns shimmer. The Painting 'Before Vermeer's Clouds' - A Pastel Dream-Scape This painting by Martin Greenland caught my eye because it initially

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