PTSD

Originally posted on The Shade of Writing:
By Damien Knight The warrior wakes surrounded by dead Mind spinning, ghosts in my head Blood spills like wine out of me Here I die my soul set free…

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In your lap

                                      In your lap If I lost you. The daytime would become darker and the… Continue reading

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Thirty Thousand Kids Die

Originally posted on amcbrittain:
Thirty Thousand kids, Every night Starving, crying, Dying, While you slept. Doesn’t it anger you, knowing We have food abundance today. It’s rotting in the fields, Being tossed out…

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Be YOu!!!

Originally posted on Tales of a Curious mind:
“Be you -the world will adjust “ ~unknown Hello bloggren!!!  You remember those small notes I mentioned to keep sliding in..  Well here goes another …

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“Secret love”

Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher    Secret love You bare your words to me, exposing… Continue reading

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Case of upside down 

Originally posted on DREAMwriteup's:
Hello!(Namaste) To all lovely& beautiful people out here?🤗 Case of upside down? We all eagerly await for the moment’s…..which we want to live with our loved ones…….we plan…

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“I called your name”

I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First… Continue reading

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‘Ghosts and demons”

Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust thoughts upon life. Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The… Continue reading

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What I’ve Become

Originally posted on House of Heart:
You are my obsession, undulating waves of fixation that can’t be restrained. What I know of you I have learned through osmosis, the taste of ozone I …

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“I hope I make it till the Spring”

I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading

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