Author: Sanah Johnsen Daniel Mara
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The Art Of The Rain Dance
Lake Sonfon was unusually dry for this time of year. The usual crystal clear lake, by this time of year, would have water lapping gently on the green, lush grass that embroidered its edges. The lake usually projected fertility, vitality, and serenity. Different species of birds, too many to name and a vast number of…
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Misery Loves Company
Let’s talk about hatred Let’s have a conversation without restraint Have you ever noticed your enemies are always nearby? Have you noticed you could get more support from a stranger passing by? I mean think about it, ponder your deepest conscience Is your friend really your friend? Think for a bit, be more conscious Is…
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When In Roam
The personification of depression The realization of regression I digress I write not to impress I write from the heart From my cold beating heart I write with all my heart So as this ink spills with each pump Each spill spills with purpose Purposeful intentions Let me weave ideas you can visualize Let me…
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Blood On The Leaves
Blood on the leaves The story of our lives I put my pen to paper I shed a tear with my ink Im about to tell a story A story about the future and history Place your hand in mine Take a walk with me in the sunshine The sun rays hit the grass blades…
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Sunday Morning Na Di Mami E Veranda (Sunday Morning On Granny’s Porch)
What a beautiful morning, the smell of the hibiscus flower drifts through the fresh, crisp air. Such an inviting fragrance. Birds and insects fly around in no particular direction, the cock crows as the gold rays of the sun filter through the pale blue sky. The sound of nature’s orchestra conducted by the supreme being…
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The Cross Roads Devil
Memories made in the coldest winter I let out a whisper, my breath freezes The words turn to icicles and crash into the ground I shiver and tremble My teeth chatters and my tongue stiffens I walk down the path with trepidation Each step slower than the last I can’t bear the cold anymore Though…
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Carpe Diem
Soft touches with rough hands, feel them caress your features Mother Nature nurtures us while lady luck guides us to our futures In an alternate universe where man knows no tragedy Would we finally embrace one another and live in harmony? Gentle kisses from Father Time, with luscious lips on each cheek We hatch from…
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The Eclipse Of Heart Break
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Endless Questions
What would you trade your humanity for? How much is your soul worth? Will you ever loan it to another? Hypothetically, of course In another lifetime In another place If you met your match While taking a lonely march In an open patch On a hot month of March Scorching hot like a flaming match…