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The seagulls swirling around my head in the twilight

Are like thoughts escaping from my brain

Screaming and squawking and breaking the precious silence of my soul


And the smooth ochre-pink clouds

Painted soft and silken across the distant horizon

Are like the peace and beauty that I choose for my new life


Watching the waves rolling in upon the shore

Reminds me of my recent arrival in this place

And the receding ebb echoes newness - the promise of things to come

Edited by douglas

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A tranquil moment that's cognizant of the past yet buzzing with anticipation. I love the sense of ease, peace, and comfort with the here and now.



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A most enjoyable read. Can't think of many things more therapeutic than waves on the seashore.Benjamin.

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Everythings been said, nicely done


"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."


"I don't believe you."


"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker


"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough


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You seem to have told us everything.

For my money, that is too much.

You leave nothing to my imagination.

I can add nothing to the reading of this poem.

You must let the readers/listeners participate

or they will not read it again.

Edited by Gatekeeper

from the black desert

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