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Life, growth, beginning and renewal. Green is the essence of the living, The colour of sustenance, . Brown its enemy, Unavoidable and inevitable The colour of decay, Death finds a way. . Red vs Blue, Green turn to Brown, Black and White. Life and Death, Yin and Yang, Contrast and completeness, The battle of the…
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I am the shadow. I stand ever-present in the corner of room. I am only seen by those who know where to look. I remain unnoticed and forgotten, hidden in the darkness of my own complexion. The sun’s light is absent from my inferno, with only deaths cold embrace as my companion. This is my…
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What is a man? If not mere bones and skin. A pink weak shell, easily pierced. But defenceless flesh, a slave to his emotion. Oft a single standing statistic, easily forgotten. . What is life? If not a game of cat and mouse. A daily challenge, with winners and losers. An ever-expanding struggle to please.…
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Entry 1 Hindsight is a concurrent blessing and burden. A concoction of regret and learning, achieved as if bitting into the apple of knowledge. Regrets which lead oneself to wish, pray and plead for a second chance. Regrets that fuel the undying desire to turn back the page. Regrets that create a yearning to re-live…
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Searching the cavernous depths of this world, I found you, the greatest treasure, The most perfectly cut diamond, shining in pure beauty, The most complete pearl, intricate and profound, a source of fascination, The most stunning ruby, a radiant light through the darkest times, The most sublime emerald, joyful, pure, and unbound. Now that I’ve…
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The once tranquil, muddy water was no longer at peace, imprisoned by submerged barriers. The ancient golden liquid lay dormant, surrounded by an unyielding force. It rose and fell like the sea, waves crashing against the plastic barrier in a relentless cycle. Within this aquatic realm, an eternal battle of gases raged. Explosions released stored…
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Here I sit a man, deeply troubled. The weight of my actions sinking in. Once taken for granted, Now slipping from within. . Here I sit a fool, jesting upon a court deserving of mock’ With only myself to blame I am losing my rock . Here I sit a captain, aboard my rocking ship…
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Diary Entry 001 Morale is low on the front. Disease and death continue to sap at our depleted energy levels. The men are in need of a miracle. Our faith is dwindling, but we are not all without hope. The saving supplies of Supermarket Co continues to warm our bellies, it has been 36 hours…
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I need your help. I am new to this wordpress writing piece, and I am very eager to tell the best stories and poems that I can. But I need constructive criticism to make it better. So how about it? Can you give me harsh, honest feedback on my page? What works? What doesn’t? Any…
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I feel like I am floating. A white feather caught in the wind. Taken on a journey, without a whim. My willpower is fading, with fate taking me along for a ride. If I do nothing, I fear I may be lost with time. I am stuck in my place. Frozen to indifference. My motivation…
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