Tag: writing
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Silent Desperation
The stage is set, it revolves continuously.Maybe this platform has turned forever?Darkness, with clouds scattered rigorously.A musty light begins to feather. A wasteland, filled with silent desperation,The dwelling place of most every man.On this journey of self-salvation,We relentlessly seek to understand. Here I stand, feet held fast,Locked in an endless duel,Wondering how long it will…
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“From This Day Forward”
Because we are broken people.We cannot love from this day backwards.When you love someone today,You must love them from this day forward. A simple poem much like a drawn out haiku describing the perspective we must have when loving broken people. We are all broken to an extent and should love each other for who…
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“It’s Big and Bigger”
Some day,I’m sure my heart will burstfrom the expansion.The love—it’s big and bigger.It doesn’t divide;it multipliesfaster and faster,more and more,bigger and bigger. Seeing the love in a girl’s eyes for your son,it’s more,more and morethan I could ever know.Knowing the fights,the love,the mundane,the daily,the exciting,the hurt,the decisions—it’s big and bigger. The failure,the success,the past,the hope,the…
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“What Are Friends For?”
Southern accents, smell of pines,Two-lane roads with no lines.A piece of heaven where we lived,He never took more than he gived. An entrepreneur who built his own,Gracious and loving with a soft tone.Papa was his name and nothing more,The man who believed in “what are friends for?” Always standing half his size,He confronted my spiritual…
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“Through That Little Blue Door”
The excitement, the anticipation!A mindset of less is more,A young couple’s second big decisionAs they walk through that little blue door. Keys in hand, with smiling faces,All is right behind the little blue door. Uneasy and slightly unsure,With two pink lines, their hearts sore,A baby’s room awaitsBehind that little blue door. The growing never seems…
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