Mihran-Kalaydjian Real Talk

Originally posted on lamarrwenrich: locked you away where it’s safe to playlove is abound – it’s all aroundmy heart beating to yours a characteristic unique to you.. infectious – smilingmissing you all the while..essentially bound chemically entwined a million thoughts and questions come to mind-the silence slamming my feet to the ground..yet walls come downI…

Originally posted on House of Heart: In this dream you light my cigarette from? the glowing tip of your own. I propose we fly away. We sip red wine and slip into a bluer state where along a dark corridor with high windows we sway within a satin dream. Your dark eyes whip my mind…

Originally posted on Lillie-Put: HERE IS THE LAST DEVOTION ON JESUS AS MESSIAH. Photo by Rodolfo Clix on Pexels.com

Originally posted on Annie's Poetry: The dark circle of mourning Image courtesy of Adobe Stock Lonely and empty?I walk alonein the ebony depths?of the great unknownwhere my ghosts and I meetfrom time to timein a hidden placea place where my blank pagesare suddenly filled?with chapters and verse?that I have never read?we whisper to one…

Such great lines and poem

Originally posted on Beyond ✨: I have grown so much, and I feel so proud,Now I can touch the highest cloud, I used to be below the ground,But now I’m free, my mind is sound, It is sad that I used to feel,That I was bad, never ideal, I could never see who I’ve really…

Originally posted on Beyond ✨: Why do we search for love from others,While withholding from ourselves?We cannot find in another,What is not in our own shelves,Even if we manage to take,Is it possible to keep?Are we using it to make,Another version cheap? As long as we forsake,A mindset that is cheap,From each other we can…

Originally posted on Herminia Chow: Title: An Anonymous Girl Author: Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen Genre: Mystery Thriller About the book: It’s a standalone that follows Jessica Farris who agrees to be a test subject in a psychological study about ethics and morality, because she wants to earn money for her family. But the lines…

Originally posted on Annie's Poetry: Days are darkening The falling leaves of autumn Memories haunt me © Ann Bagnall

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