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Category: Books and Stories
...In my hazel eyes, one could read sincere, childish joy, which would later be replaced by no less sincere tears, and your hands, pale palms, almost completely stained with blood, knocked out any hope of salvation from under my feet, and the ax, which at that hour found itself in my head, shimmering with fleeting pain, reminded me why I didn’t want to have anything to do with you. And you, like a... » Continue Reading
Category: Books and Stories
With a soft exhale, draping a flannel garment over his shoulders atop a thick sweater, the youth meandered along the labyrinthine paths of cemetery lanes, amidst crosses and tombstones, effigies of the departed, and abandoned spades. Within his grasp, he cradled a striking bouquet of death-hued roses, their crimson hue punctuated by pronounced thorns, elegantly enveloped in vibrant paper and... » Continue Reading
Category: Religion and Philosophy
What hue do my sails? What tint graces my dreams? Both are swathed in verdant hues. Green, with its myriad shades, holds sway over my soul. It whispers of fortune, weaving a tapestry of hope and serenity. The very essence of calm, freshness, and vitality, green embodies life itself. Born from the union of yellow and blue, it melds the vibrancy of existence with the tr » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
In the ruddy dawn, sunrise paints the sky, Life's hues blend with troubles passing by. In lungs, sharp as wind, a struggle to find, Sparkling eyes seek answers, lost in the grind. Hard to breathe, addiction grips like a drug, Adrenaline rushes, as if offered to a godly plug. Baptized in shrouds, marked by Death's c » Continue Reading
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Category: Religion and Philosophy
Love is the counterbalance to this horror, love is an act of unity and preservation. Just as people hold hands during a storm so that they are not torn apart and washed into the sea, so the connection of our bodies has become a link in the chain that keeps us from moving into the void. Love is what keeps us, as individuals, afloat throughout our lives. Whether it is deep love for a person or thin... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
In that kingdom where poems are woven, The poets spoke to God, their hearts cloven. Lines and rhymes of desperate prayer, Heart to heart, eye to eye, they dare. Poets in the darkness of hope's deep night, Saw the light, though dim, shining bright. They gave away their souls, shed their blood, On black roses, in despair they stood. » Continue Reading
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