Had to sit and change my frown Face was funny like a clown Something In me told me change It…. Cos my skin Is colour brown
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WHEN GIANTS MOVE Across the ocean, two giants breathe, one draped in stars and certainty, one wrapped in iron and old ambition,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
I am conflicted. I am very confused Family- This family means everything to me Have you forgotten? Have you not perused?
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Maybe I need to take a breathe Just a moment to decompress Maybe I just need to to hold on and try to forget the things that drive me crazy
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No matter how good you are... How talented you are... How much success or power that you have gained... You will get to a point where you crash.
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“Every morning, you have a new opportunity to become a happier version of yourself.” The question is: “Do we want to?” Every morning
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
“The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today.” A good way of doing this is by living in the moment. We live in a fast-paced world
“Our words have power. But our actions shape our lives.” Words can inspire nations, heal the mind and even make friendships.
You don’t need to keep pushing yourself. Allow yourself to have off days; it’s okay to stop and rest. Fortune will turn, pain will eventually pass, growth will remain, and you will become stronger.
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The studio light is still burning at midnight in Riverside. I have spent the evening bridging the gap between a 1978 journalism newsroom and the digital soul of 2026.
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In a repeating dream I'm a child again lost in the dark trying to find the way back to my father's house, stranded in the
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets
Born beneath a mother’s gaze Where love was twisted, cold malaise Her words were weapons, sweetly spun A war was waged, though never won
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