Shon
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:19pm
20th Dec 2024 11:19pm
Hallows eve not
Hallows eve after dark.
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
#kindness
#memories
#spiritual
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Shon
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:19pm
20th Dec 2024 11:19pm
Hallows eve not
Hallows eve after dark.
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
#kindness
#memories
#spiritual
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Shon
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:19pm
20th Dec 2024 11:19pm
Hallows eve not
Hallows eve after dark.
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
#kindness
#memories
#spiritual
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NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
Four Crows
He parks to deliver an Amazon package,
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
#healing
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
47 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
Four Crows
He parks to deliver an Amazon package,
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
#healing
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
47 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
Four Crows
He parks to deliver an Amazon package,
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
#healing
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
47 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
Four Crows
He parks to deliver an Amazon package,
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
#healing
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
47 reads
2 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
18th Dec 2024 4:54pm
Four Crows
He parks to deliver an Amazon package,
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
while I sit quietly in the passenger seat.
My eyes catch Four Crows swirling above,
a whispered sign—I'm on the right path.
Dreams replay like cryptic riddles,
their hidden messages teasing my soul.
I walk slower now, ears attuned
to the daemon within,
a voice others name ancestor or guardian.
So tread lightly when you approach me.
Choose your words like delicate threads—
if it's war you seek,
you'll wage it against yourself,
not with me.
I dreamed of darkness...
#healing
#learning
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
47 reads
2 Comments
cinnamongirl031
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
The Gravity of Doubt
What thought for life
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
#conflict
#depression
#fear
#spiritual
#suicide
115 reads
2 Comments
cinnamongirl031
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
The Gravity of Doubt
What thought for life
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
#conflict
#depression
#fear
#spiritual
#suicide
115 reads
2 Comments
cinnamongirl031
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
The Gravity of Doubt
What thought for life
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
#conflict
#depression
#fear
#spiritual
#suicide
115 reads
2 Comments
cinnamongirl031
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
30th Nov 2024 1:10am
The Gravity of Doubt
What thought for life
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?
The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.
“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.
#conflict
#depression
#fear
#spiritual
#suicide
115 reads
2 Comments
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