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I am branded by a god
I cannot find
toss and turn under knives
centuries in time
my fingers bleed at its sight
enclosing before the portrait refines
mirror locked in a fortress of sins
sins that do not belong to me
sauntering voices claim insanity
then dissipate in black smoke
clouding my judgement
to this detrimental torment
I bite the brand
repent this
[November, 2024], Dana Davis
Literature
Heaven and Hell
Sometimes you're in
Sometimes you're not
Dismissing doubts without a thought
Tell a truth
Tell a lie
It likely won't matter when you die
Wake up from fear
Heaven is near
Cannot be afraid to look in a mirror
To see the one who caused that fear
Ah, you see
You say 'that is me'
For that I now care
No longer looking for fear
Hell is close
Heaven is near
Remember to live before you die
Sometimes you do
Sometimes you try
Toss up the coin with two head's
Bet on tail's
To prove you are not dead
Nothing is ever in balance
That would be impossible
Undoable, unfeeling,
Undoubtable.
Literature
Strength in Fear
One step, two steps, three steps, four
Cautious, slow steps towards the door
Don't turn your back, don't meet it's eyes,
just don't let It out of your sight.
This we may feel, and this we may think,
when fear pushes us onto the brink.
But if we ponder, begin to heal,
we may have new perspective, a different take
For It is not real, yet It is not fake
It manifests horror, in sleep, in wake.
Release your terror, breath in, breath out;
and feel only Resolve, feel Peace, not doubt
Fear can't control you if you don't give in
Embrace, Accept, It makes you strong
It weaves It's way through cracks in the toughest of skin,
the ability to feel it is not wrong
It's normal, it's human, is it not strange
how our bodies, our minds, can overcome change?
Pain, Emotions, yes we feel these things
but from true strength they come, and courage the bring.
Think of those in your life you love, you cherish,
Silently disappearing into the night
You're connected by the fear that those you love may
Literature
Tale of a Written House (A Choose-Your-Own Ending)
Do you
happen to know about
that old house deep in those Dark Woods
with broken shutters that flap at each stray wind gust
like eyes which always creak open a bit
as if to see if anyone has at last arrived
to seek a place where they might stay
even for
just a
short
while?
You walk to the end of its short walkway
where the house nestles beneath the canopy of intertwined trees.
Serrated, amber-hued leaves cover the entire roof.
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