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Broken Glass in My Heart
Read more: Broken Glass in My HeartExcerpt from a note discovered with my journals (written on scrap paper): Everyone I’ve ever known has hurt me. I hate their selfishness, and I hate mine. I hate the lies, the gossip. Each betrayal feels like jagged bits of broken glass in my heart. Whenever I try to move on, the shards cut me.…
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Rain Rain
Read more: Rain RainRain, rain Go away Don’t look back Another day Don’t lose sight Don’t demean It’s okay Just don’t retreat Let them win Let them spin Let it go Just let it skim Never to Retaliate My God alone Will vindicate – Written November 7, 2020 As corruption reveals itself in broad daylight
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Chroma
Read more: Chromachroma (n) – from the Greek word khrōma; the purity of color, its freedom from white or gray; the intensity of a distinctive hue. I sit here and stare and readEyes burning from this screenOr is it from the rivers flowing down both of my cheeks?Confusion settles inLike cementLike sinking down into a dark abyss–why…
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The Unction of Grace
Read more: The Unction of GraceAre not the truths you utter, my friend, too much elaborated by the intellect, and polished by the imagination? Their effect seems to be lost, for want of simplicity and directness. They fall pleasantly on the ear, as a lovely song, but do not reach and move the heart. There is a lack of unction.…
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Beauty for Ashes
Read more: Beauty for AshesThose who sow with tearsWill reap with songs of joyThose who go out weepingShall return and shall enjoyThey’re carrying their sheaves with themThey’re carrying a songThe pain is gone foreverAnd they’re singing all day long Mourning turns to dancingDepression turns to songHe takes the old and broken thingsAnd breaks them ’til they’re strongAshes turn to…
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Vanishing Act
Read more: Vanishing ActHelloHow’s it going?It’s been far too very longI’ve been practicing my melodyAnd singing a new songSalut etCoucouI’ve been waiting for a timeIt’s good to see you once againIt’s good to see you smileWaitPlease don’t goFriend, we’ve hardly talked at allYou’ve hardly said a word Or a sentence, big or smallYou’ve barely said a thing —…
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