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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 6 of 6

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
#Africa
#children
#coffee #historical
#coffee #historical
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The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 5 of 6

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 4 of 6

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 3 of 6

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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Bernice
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
of my heart you are the thief
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
lips of Cupid in relief
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
you are my south, north, west and east
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
without you I am incomplete
one glance and my heart skipped a beat
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
Bernice she is my Caprice
a wolf, she turned into a sheep!
Bernice
of my heart you are the thief
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
lips of Cupid in relief
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
you are my south, north, west and east
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
without you I am incomplete
one glance and my heart skipped a beat
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
Bernice she is my Caprice
a wolf, she turned into a sheep!
#admiration
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Munch
Edvard Munch did paint The Scream
He thought that this life was a dream.
Awakend to this way of thinking
Scared him so he started drinking.
As he thought this life was dreaming
A fearful man awake and screaming
On new canvas did arise
With twisted head and empty eyes.
Edvard knew he was not mad
He sensed the dream that he just had
Was no dream,instead was real
He painted him so we could feel.
So we could feel and know what's true
That dreaming is a mental flue
Which moves us from a life of fears
He...
He thought that this life was a dream.
Awakend to this way of thinking
Scared him so he started drinking.
As he thought this life was dreaming
A fearful man awake and screaming
On new canvas did arise
With twisted head and empty eyes.
Edvard knew he was not mad
He sensed the dream that he just had
Was no dream,instead was real
He painted him so we could feel.
So we could feel and know what's true
That dreaming is a mental flue
Which moves us from a life of fears
He...
#TruthOfLife
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The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 2 of 6

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 1 of 6

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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The First Fragments...
I. The First Prayer
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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A First Encounter.....
The town sleeps, wrapped in the hush of streetlights, the distant hum of power lines, the sigh of trees shifting in the breeze. He moves through it like a ghost, barefoot on the pavement, the night cool against his skin. This is the only time he feels real.
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
#fate
#FeelingLost
#night
#nightmares
#winter
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Born of the Paper
The Whispering Blossoms:
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
#forest
#trees
#WritingPoetry
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