And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.
Poverty
Tag: cult survivor poetry
Save It
Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.
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Wicked Jinn
My lids are heavy. My brain churns thoughts. I run for home, spooning with dog. Exhaustion. I am aggressive and stalwart.
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Solitary Respite
Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.
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The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel
Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.
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Kaleidoscope
Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions to include truth, even if it hurts you.
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Clowns
Empath; this solitary epitaph, words come lucid, swept on tides, murky.
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Shattered
Shattered into a host of ghosts I never saw a demon save in the memories of my screaming.
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Disregard
The content expresses profound emotions of fear, loneliness, and pain, capturing a struggle for understanding and the burden of existence amid adversity and despair.
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Fire Heart
My heart is on fire. It burns like ember logs in pot belly stoves.
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A Language
Must everything have definition in this two dimensional "I have a question need an answer about the hereafter and what might not be?"
Vennie Kocsis 