Cilian Murphy

Joined April 2024

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I love writing about life generally, Health, wellbeing, fiction, and the cosmos. I think that would be all about me for now. My stories will reflect a lot more about me than I can say here. Huge fan of cillian Murphy.

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Sweet Pain
Sweet pain, a bittersweet refrain Echoes through my heart and brain A heart that hurts, yet loves again A tender ache, a longing true A soul that yearns, for me and you
By Cilian Murphy9 days ago in Poets
If you want to go far, go together.
Have you heard the saying? If you want to go far, go together and if you want to go fast, go alone. I have deliberated on this for quite some time and have come to the conclusion that I prefer the quote:
By Cilian Murphy11 days ago in Poets
Peace exists no more
In shadows deep, where once was light, A world adrift in endless night. Peace, a whisper, now silenced, gone, Lost amid the cries of dawn.
By Cilian Murphy11 days ago in Poets
Eons of All Those Forgotten Yesterdays
Fingertips levitate, millimeter voids above, my lips, trembling epitaphs, along your legs. Lonely whimpering as the cracking
By Cilian Murphy12 days ago in Poets
How I Built My Website and Landed a Client in 24 Hours
To be honest, creating a personal brand from the ground up seems a little intimidating. Although you have a wealth of knowledge to impart, how can you actually get others to listen to you?
By Cilian Murphy12 days ago in Lifehack
BE AUTHENTIC
See yourself in the mirror. Embrace your true self, as you look at yourself. Because the tale that only you can tell, lies in the well of your soul.
By Cilian Murphy13 days ago in Poets
The Mind at War
Where emotions clash and shadows dwell are the depths of the psyche, the scene of inner conflicts. A violent storm, an unrelenting battle,
By Cilian Murphy13 days ago in Poets
World War 3
World War 3 In the shadow of a world, torn and tattered, Lies the dream of peace, shattered and scattered. The cries of the innocent, lost in the roar,
By Cilian Murphy13 days ago in Poets
I MISS THE OLD TIMES
I Miss the Old Times In the quiet of the night, I walk alone, Down memory's lane, where light once shone. The echoes of laughter, now silent and cold,
By Cilian Murphy13 days ago in Poets
Anita, My Ride or Die.
In the tender garden of youth's spring, First love bloomed, a delicate thing, With petals soft as the blush of dawn, And a promise of days, forever drawn.
By Cilian Murphy13 days ago in Poets

Cilian Murphy

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Sweet Pain

If you want to go far, go together.

Peace exists no more

Eons of All Those Forgotten Yesterdays

How I Built My Website and Landed a Client in 24 Hours

BE AUTHENTIC

The Mind at War

World War 3

I MISS THE OLD TIMES

Anita, My Ride or Die.

Stories (10/0)