Hope

Battlefield The air around me was hot with the smell of death. Everything around me was crumbling with incredible speed, while people around me fell to the floor. Whole buildings were ripped apart as a massive blast from an Abrams tank shell left a...

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Is there hope?

Is there something I can find Buried deep in my mind, An allure which ensures Me of hope? So pure and unadorned, So naked, as was born, Just a light, just a spark, That which pulls upon The heart, To awaken, and allow Me...

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Hope

I have hope, and focus on hope, because of his smile, and the beautiful arizona weather. Because without hope, where would i be? lost and alone, and focusing on the fact that you're gone. but with hope, I can remember that I'm hurting, and...

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Hope

They say that what makes a place home is the connections we form to it, the people we know, the events that happened there, even just memories, good and bad. But it all starts somewhere, with a single link. Often times, its a friend, one that you know...

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Open Up

If you open up your mind, Tell me what you see. If you open up your eyes, Tell me what you feel. If you open up your heart, Tell me what you hear. If you listen with your ears Tell me who it is that's there. Is it that special someone, The...

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"Life"

Can you help me, my dear friends, . to support my kin and not to simply shelter, to encourage them and not resort to force, to guide and not to drive before me, to show the way and always from the front; . to follow on but never follow...

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To My Absent Son

To My Absent Son By Carl Blessing/Murphy Slaugh My Absent Son, it's been many months Since I last saw your face. Yet in my mind, I still see and still hear you, Your memory I will not erase. I think of my actions to try and help, Though I...

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Empty - Chapter 4

He stopped in the city park for lunch, gratefully dropping the heavy bags by a picnic table near the small creek that split the town. But Rachel the raccoon plushy never left his side. He set it on the scarred surface of the table and retrieved on of...

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Senses Fail Those in Hell

The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in My soul, boiling my mind like the meat it Has been, useless like matrimony, sin. The smell of butane fills the air, my brain, Holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips On the floor, the beat that...

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"Something Rises in the Morning"

"Something Rises in the Morning" By Ken Anderson, 11 October 2021 It was moonrise when I realized, Something changed me, Deep inside. Something heinous, Something vicious, Something different, Something...

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Where to next?

What's my next step? Should I even bother taking it? I feel lost in this maze. Confused by all the possible routes. I decide it would be best, If I do walk onwards. Slowly I move towards my goal, But I see all hope flee. A wall blocks my...

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My Secret to You... (sonnet)

My Secret to You... Revelations of love, innocent, young brought to me by forve, though very welcome. You cluttered my thoughts, my heart became strung. You return the love, made my pain go numb. You phased your way through, right into my...

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