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A Poem by SELF
Do they ever wear Masks?What else can they do,for living in colonial homes with rigged mindsmakes one hide their identity behind a mask.In the early d..
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A Poem by SELF
Oh how beautiful it feels to look at her peaceful self.
As tender as the soft breeze in springtime,
she graces my life with her presence.
The win..
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A Poem by SELF
Music is beautiful
It has the power of a thousand thoughts.
Writing is intriguing
It has the power of a million experiences.
Life is breathtaking
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A Poem by SELF
Gathering thoughts in Isolation
I see our plight of building our own prisons
running in circles
Surrounded with bars forged of falsified oaths, cod..
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A Poem by SELF
As his old friend silence comes to say hello,a man whose physical existence is ephemeralfinds his own marred reflection.Surprised and dismayed,it is a..
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A Poem by SELF
Flesh is clay.
In fact,sounding clay.
Moulded just to wither away.
Eyes probe within it to seek that voice within,
but as the breath of life sprea..
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A Poem by SELF
We are like dementors that suck the soul and dump it into oblivion.We have become lumps of bones devoid of the breath of life.We're devoid of sweet sw..
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A Story by SELF
Two steps down the road, my eyes spot a weary woman whose one hand holds her head in despair, while the other holds a baby whose innocence is veiled b..
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A Poem by SELF
Man of the Past, living in the present, walking in the future.
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A Poem by SELF
Faith is the substance of things hope forthe evidence of things unseen.At the zenith of nine full moonswhose occurrence was preceded by an explosion i..
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