The Last Supper
...Our candle refuses to consume the night,
it lit only to paint our shadows on the round mud walls
We were splattered greys of thin paint, mounted bold and unbowing,
guarding our supper like the anc...
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Categories:
ungrowing, angst, appreciation, bible, character,
Form: Free verse
Every Life Has a Purpose
...If fear controls your fate,
You'll never be alive,
Not in the truest sense,
But only to survive.
Every single person must
Find their niche in life,
For purpose makes worthy
All other str...
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Categories:
ungrowing, destiny, life,
Form: Rhyme
In Line
...Bright lights, noise, life, living is
cold and sometimes unsettling becoming a disappointing annoyance,
when and where time seems to stand still
and all motion, activities, purpose ceases.
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Categories:
ungrowing, life, time,
Form: Prose Poetry