prelude blood, invisible ink seeping through the pages of my life story trickling profusely – from invisible wounds, some inflicted recently, some from long ago …
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Be the Voice that Echoes
prelude blood, invisible ink seeping through the pages of my life story trickling profusely – from invisible wounds, some inflicted recently, some from long ago …
never is a promiseBy: Kyra i don’t know what to believe, or who for that matter. time passes like a solar eclipse and i’m frozen here …
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early-july there’s an organ,full and begging, it bellows.you can’t hear it, or you can,but choose not to. so all i hear is static, whirring, thumping. tell …
Negaraku Land of which the heart of my feet grazes upon– I walk slowly, my feet submerged in rainwater, There is no shade above my …
heartbeat weakening into a mockery of a pulse white feathers stained with red she curls up on a cold stone floor, our swan, our love …
To my future self, who I am sure must bethe same as I am now, for stagnancy has always been our greatest friend, our oldest foe: Let …
1. Fireworks A new day, an infant dawn Drifting fingers past months long gone Starbursts in the night sky A final bid, farewell goodbye The …
A star streaks the eastern reaches of the universe Across gulfs of empty darkness, silent planets, gas giants It died a million years ago Tonight …
Selling Dreams Leya In my dreams, I am still a little girl, Yearning to be pretty one day, Hoping that my sepet eyes might just …