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In halls where dust motes dance and shadows creep, A silent sentinel its vigil keeps. No forward march, no tick of what's to be,
By The 9x Fawdi4 months ago in Poets
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
The colors dried to cracked remains, the brushes stiff with years of dust. I stood before the empty white, with hands that shook
I wake with stones inside my chest, with doubts that press like morning fog. The mirror shows a fractured face, a stranger worn
Dear mother Your endurance is endless A few words we want to send to you Thank you and apologize to you Thank you for your tolerance and understanding
By HieuDinh4 months ago in Poets
The Emperor's Stone Lotus has a unique shape and strong beauty, not only is it a decorative plant but also has a special feng shui meaning. This type of stone lotus is considered a symbol of authority, stability and success in life. Whether you are a lover of ornamental plants or are looking for a meaningful gift, the Emperor's Stone Lotus is the perfect choice.
Floating in a sea of disbelief Itching for relief Stripped of every belief I once held dear Bereaved of my self Shucking the sleeve of my former reality
My third eye glazes over As the world grows colder A smoldering mass destroying us Societal entropy has a hold of me All I want to do is write and bring joy
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Monroe succulent, also known as chubby little stone flower, has a natural, gentle beauty. With the light green color of the leaves, the pink, white, and yellow colors of the flowers will brighten up any space.
By HieuDinh5 months ago in Poets
The best things in her house weren't stored in jars, Or kept in boxes on the highest shelves. They weren't the fragile, dusty things behind the glass,
By The 9x Fawdi5 months ago in Poets
I still feel the weight of your hand in mine. The quiet moments where words were unnecessary remain etched in my heart. Your laughter echoes through the empty corners of my mind, a sound I cannot touch but cannot forget.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets
