Poetry
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I have never believed in tomorrow. People speak of it as though it waits beyond the horizon,a place we are destined to arrive,but I have lived long enough to know better. There is only now. The breath in my lungs.The rain against the window.The ache in my chest. Everything else is memory. By the time…
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If I must come for you No force exists to save you from me No prayers you scream will be answered No silent God will show you His mercy Your body will be mine for the breaking Little by little, you’ll understand why they say death is not the cruelest ending Before I am through,…
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Moonlight I talked with the devil at midnight, Heart in pieces, worn thin with despair. I cursed and I wept while he listened, Bottle in hand as he pulled up a chair. A grin touched his lips as he studied me. “I can make all that suffering end.” He poured out two shots and held…
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How cruel to lose in just one nightWhat felt so safe, so sure,To wake and find what held me closesimply doesn’t exist anymore. And crueler still to watch you goAs though it cost so little,To see you step so easilyBeyond what broke me brittle. I keep replaying every word,Each moment, every touch,And break beneath the…
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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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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.
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This morning I had a dream and I woke up crying. Even as I write this, I can’t stop them from flowing. I can’t believe how much time has passed, how much I’ve changed, and how much I miss my old battles. I don’t miss the youth, but the friends—the family I made along the…
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 