A mind with a story, common but so misunderstood.
Devoting my spirit to express positive messages through my syllables instills motivational truths.
Healing the sorrow only opens the doors to evolutionary growth.
While entering this golden promise land, I release the moors left to torture our souls.
I discovered messages from individuals who thrive on your agony.
Mourning to our mother nature, our ancestors seek waves of unity to restore the faith.
Leaving new discoveries from within.
This conquest with reality is just breathtaking to the soul.
Recognizing my stance helps me observe my surroundings effectively.
Seeing memories of love, brightens my ability to become the inspirational icon I visualize.
No challenge is difficult, though the battle scars are permanently.
Develop new ideas of passion to our world.
Dedication expresses the value of confidence
You possess to pursue your dreams every single day.
My passion is to become a lifetime healer who restores the forgotten spirits of literature we call poetry.
The conquest is just the beginning.
About the Creator
Kantshens
Welcome to the De' soul poet's page.
This is poetry for the soul. 3rd person
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Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford4 days ago in Fiction
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