Loss of innocence makes leary eyes
Expectations might disappoint you
Someone not at peace within mind
Gossiping is going to fail
An unsettled mind
Unaddressed you
Wait the crowd
Ignore
You
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In Love and War
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The meander tiara had been thought about as the countesses united before the queen was moved. While the Crown of Strathmore Rose Tiara had been coronated and moved to a different palace also. “The true dexterity is not just in books. Although books have kept ancient secrets alive.”- (Princess Diana) They addressed the recent ordeal by a lawyer letter to the responding member of the family from Parliament’s heir. The French revolutionary war comes to mind and the reign of Queen Elizabeth I still giving way to modern day. The orientation for the future endeavors began with the Americas state Kentucky. The Federal Forest Service had career orientation and how to approach an investigation from the underworld. The ordeal was not over at the arrest of the “accessories”. Upon the return the mountain range was ringing and a personnel approached the home. The first time I had ever been asked of for Princess treatment. Where has this decade gone since and what frosted courtships unveiled intimate details of ties to the family as I quartered their homes. They asked of an intimate person to the family to be lead on a further investigation. It wasn’t just that this since estranged respondence was being separated from the family again. The history of Princess Holly as a countesses is overwhelming in the essences of time and being saved evasively. The appeal has not been denied for a year since. The harkened feeling yet another account of war. Our earlier years of fury became about intimacy and betrayal. The intimate encounters and the evasive demeanors gave heir to new instincts. Who writes of the sequel to Of Love and War in the Art of War and the truths of the betrayals and manipulations.
By Tristin CrawfordExclusive • 12 months ago
Upon waves' break
Staring blankly through savage waves, breaking upon worn jettied rocks. On tired tongue a salty taste, taunting spray portraits your face, In cursed thoughts, your voice mocks: "Be a man, real men don't break." Yet here stands "less than a man" poised atop crested wave. Turbulent undertows of mounted lies. Saltwater stings tear prickled eyes. Wash away by ferocious tide. Dragged out, adrift vast open ocean, Weathered driftwood, debris, discarded notions. Softly spoken lies echo through tortured mind's hell. Floating aimlessly at rhythmic water's swell. Day fades away with night, light brings day again. Cast upon discarded's land, silk fine grain white sand, Strewn together gifts of sea, randomly along the beach. Feelings return slowly, cracked open eyes. Sudden streak across the sky, fiery tail cuts black of night. Dissociation breaks to hope in light. Countless stars shine through space and time. Filling empty space..... in time.
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This is one of the top profound poems I read today. You fingers were such brilliant to type those truth painted words. Seriously felt it. I have to say more but time is a matter. So, I remain here. 🥰🥰🥰
Perfectly crafted