Journal
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The music from The Lord of the Rings played softly as the children slept against them. One by one, their breathing faded, peaceful and unafraid. Daniel took Elena’s trembling hand. Through tears, he whispered, “At the end of all things.”
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I miss your eyes, loveand the way they look at melike I am something wonderfulsomeone I never dreamed I’d be I miss your voice, belovedand the way you say my namelike the word is somehow preciousI will never be the same I miss your touch, my dearestand your lips’ soft touch on minethe way the…
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Government violence, stripped women’s rights, and selective outrage are pushing America toward a familiar and dangerous path. Silence isn’t neutral. It’s complicity.
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Every time I think about you being 10, my mind goes right back to the day you were born. I still see you as that tiny little human who somehow became my whole world in an instant. Now here you are… taller, louder, goofier, and somehow even more amazing. You’ve always been my little oddball,…
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The alarm sounds on her phone, pulling her out of a dream she’d been trying to hold onto. She reaches for it automatically, still half asleep, and the message waiting there makes her smile before she’s even fully aware of herself. She taps the screen with her thumb. The words glow bright in the dim…
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I can hardly believe you’ve only been here for three years—it feels like you’ve been part of every memory I have. Always in the background, causing mischief with your brothers, your little evil and infectious laugh echoing through the hallways. My heart has been yours, little dude, since the very first beat of yours. You…
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There’s something about sleep lately that feels more like survival than rest. My body sleeps, but my mind remains in a battlefield—stuck in the endless cycle of nightmares, adrenaline, and anxiety. And when I wake up, there’s no peace waiting for me—just another kind of war. Anxiety has become a shadow I carry, a weight…
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The ink was heavy when first it bled, A silent mark, a prayer unsaid. But now it pulls upon my skin- Each line a name I hold within. No letters carved, no dates to trace, Just echoes of laughter time can’t erase. Your cross grew too heavy, I’ll carry it from here, Through all of…
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Even as the senses fall silent—no stars, no wind, no song—love endures, unshaken. This is a poem for the quiet moments, where touch and memory speak louder than sound, and where the heart sees what the eyes no longer can.
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 