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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.
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“Tears that remain in the body are poisonous. It is only when they touch air and skin that they become a healing balm. Tears heal— as long as we allow ourselves to cry.”
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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…
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Allow me to introduce you to the third main character – Honu. As the heir to the Kumakawa Clan, a ruthless clan of powerful assassins, his destiny was forged in battle, his path written in blood. Raised in a world where strength meant survival, Honu was trained to be unstoppable, ruthless, and above all, loyal.…
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Twelve years ago today, my life changed forever. My oldest son, Milo, was born. Over the years, I’ve watched him grow, nurtured him, disciplined him, played with him, protected him, taught him, and done my best to earn the title of Dad—a title that has brought me the greatest joy and fulfillment of my life. Every…
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My job can be exhausting—both emotionally and physically. Many of the adolescents I work with are broken, untrusting, aggressive, and in pain. Some have deep issues with authority, are rebellious, antagonistic—some are outright violent. Others are spoiled, lack a sense of boundaries, or refuse to take direction. Children of chaos and brokenness, like me. But…
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And here you are again, resting your back against me Comfortable in my embrace, just how things used to be. On top of a mountain, in a quiet place, out of the way Where few are bound to tread, off any trail, is where I stay. We climbed up here, in days that have long…
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Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 