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* You see me chained to my demons laying out on the grass I've ways to capture the goblins As a helpless wee lass I can see you coming
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 11 days ago in PoetsTHE HOUSE - Part Two - Finally
THE HOUSE Part Two - Finally Tanika Smith Wheatley I hardly recognize myself. Gone, is the old fashioned female who loved lovely old architecture, beautiful homes that looked as though they grew up among nature; flowers, and surrounded by hills, trees and rivers – gone is the carefree, fun loving girl who loved to dance, and party – I used to wonder why old women were so grouchy – now I know it is because at some stage, we realize that there was no longer anything to be happy about. I have become as callous and cold as my environment; as the concrete block house my husband built in the empty plains of the desert…
TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEYPublished 11 days ago in FictionA Parent's Silent Wish
In the quiet of the night, I lie awake, A parent's heart, so much at stake. Will our only son, so dear and bright, Love us forever, through life's long night?
Mia Dwi ArifiyantiPublished 11 days ago in PoetsMedium Suspended My Account with 1.4K Followers & 376 Stories… Here’s The Shocking Reason Why
This Story Was Originally Published On Medium On 8th May, 2024, the same thing happened to me when I woke up in the morning and checked my Medium stats. I got this notification on the top of the medium stats dashboard.
BeginnersblogPublished 11 days ago in WritersIsrael-Palestine War
They have bombs in Israel Which they throw from the skies Poor old Palestinians subhuman Let them all die. And they said the Palestinians are cruel
Ricky LahiriPublished 11 days ago in PoetsFoolish
The words have already been spoken They still ring in my head from time to time I was given warning from the start But it didn't stop me then
Mercedes ChavezPublished 11 days ago in PoetsThe doll that cried
Alone doll said to be scary Left alone lonely Tears gradually fall Life was all ready But it's now broken for the teddy
Throwing in the towel
In the battle rings of life, when the blows rain down, like a never ending rain on a stormy night, And the weight of the world seems too much to bear,
Alecia HarriottPublished 11 days ago in Poets