Heartless Knights
For the weary kings who take up the cross of their own hearts desires
As the wind falls towards me, dreading the thought of filthy trenches, I am awakened by the burrows of lost souls.
Clenching downwards, I grip my bloody sword that's tarted with the stains of the innocent.
Tricked into the slaves of my owners, I repent for all that shall be renewed and from the old I have now lost my weary lay as I take up the cross of salvation and penetrate my own desires.
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Katie Susan Porada
Interesting for your ego & mindful of where my journey takes me next.
Comfortable in knowing where I rely on my journeys work & completion of my artistic skills...(including writing)
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Delicious Nightmares
There is nothing novel in the observation that a good cinema experience is akin to a waking dream. We sit in darkness and become enveloped in a world of images that we piece together to form a narrative. Sometimes the images overpower us and we struggle with the paralysis of a nightmare. And then the lights come back up and we take a breath to remember it was not real, we were not in that car crash, we were not in a fight, we were not a lover being romanced. And we need a moment between the last credit and the real world to gather our thoughts to find meaning in what we have seen.
By Rachel Robbins2 days ago in Writers
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Great job t❤️