RT @_HollowMuse: there's a storm beneath
my skin
that no thunder
could ever explain
I've made a home
out of the shadows
and even the
li…
my skin
that no thunder
could ever explain
I've made a home
out of the shadows
and even the
li…
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RT @Sunrise30491780: I'd trade a thousand moonlit skies,
The brightest stars, the grandest view,
For one small moment in the rain,
With now…
The brightest stars, the grandest view,
For one small moment in the rain,
With now…
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Chris retweeted
Days are failing fast
All the light we see
Crawls quickly toward the past
Brooding twilight on its knees
Headed for a hollow space
Cooled by winter breeze
Forlorn light across a gap
Of barren windswept trees
Soon the night will overrun
Setting silence free
#OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX
All the light we see
Crawls quickly toward the past
Brooding twilight on its knees
Headed for a hollow space
Cooled by winter breeze
Forlorn light across a gap
Of barren windswept trees
Soon the night will overrun
Setting silence free
#OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX
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RT @Sunrise30491780: Without a word ever passing between us, my soul was constantly drawn to yours... Now, I carry you with me everywhere……
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Chris retweeted
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙
Within the chambers of my black heart, where Death keeps silent watch,
Lie memories that bleed anew, beyond the reach of time's cold touch.
The walls bear scars of sorrow, the arches bow with grief,
And through night, no soul may find relief.
Beneath the vaulted arches of a soul entombed in night,
The last pale embers of affection tremble in their dying light.
Here, every tenderness lies shrouded beneath the dust of years,
And every vow returns to me, a requiem of tears.
I have heard the silence scream within the crypts of my despair,
Felt the phantom touch of longing stir the darkness in the air.
A raven broods above the sill where once my dreams took flight,
Its wings obscure the remnants of a long forgotten light.
Oh, what dreadful things reside where once my heart was whole,
A thousand fractured recollections, each a shard of my lost soul.
The love I gave lies entombed beneath a cold and nameless stone,
Yet through the silence of the grave, its heart still beats alone.
I hear its mournful cadence when the midnight bells depart,
A deathless pulse imprisoned in the ruins of my heart.
Though I have sealed the crypts below and barred each passageway,
The ghost of all I cherished will not be laid away.
So should you dare descend where all the light has fled,
Tread softly through these chambers, among the dreams long dead.
For within the chambers of my black heart, where love and madness part,
I buried you a thousand times—yet still you haunt my heart.
Within the chambers of my black heart, where Death keeps silent watch,
Lie memories that bleed anew, beyond the reach of time's cold touch.
The walls bear scars of sorrow, the arches bow with grief,
And through night, no soul may find relief.
Beneath the vaulted arches of a soul entombed in night,
The last pale embers of affection tremble in their dying light.
Here, every tenderness lies shrouded beneath the dust of years,
And every vow returns to me, a requiem of tears.
I have heard the silence scream within the crypts of my despair,
Felt the phantom touch of longing stir the darkness in the air.
A raven broods above the sill where once my dreams took flight,
Its wings obscure the remnants of a long forgotten light.
Oh, what dreadful things reside where once my heart was whole,
A thousand fractured recollections, each a shard of my lost soul.
The love I gave lies entombed beneath a cold and nameless stone,
Yet through the silence of the grave, its heart still beats alone.
I hear its mournful cadence when the midnight bells depart,
A deathless pulse imprisoned in the ruins of my heart.
Though I have sealed the crypts below and barred each passageway,
The ghost of all I cherished will not be laid away.
So should you dare descend where all the light has fled,
Tread softly through these chambers, among the dreams long dead.
For within the chambers of my black heart, where love and madness part,
I buried you a thousand times—yet still you haunt my heart.
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Chris retweeted
Good Morning, My Friends 🔆
#Buongiorno
#BuongiornoATutti
#9novembre
#lunedì
Vermont, New England, USA 🇺🇸
© Ryan Resatka
#Buongiorno
#BuongiornoATutti
#9novembre
#lunedì
Vermont, New England, USA 🇺🇸
© Ryan Resatka
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Chris retweeted
~...The
Younger
Version
'Of
YOU
looks At
Where
You Stand
NOW
•—&
Smiles
Knowing
YOU
Carried
'The
Weight
•▪SO
They
Could
Breath
✨️
♦️
Unbound
By
The
Crowd
YOUR
Quiet
•—Truth
Is A Steady
FLAME
'That
Needs
No Mirror
To BURN
♦️
✨️
LET
YOUR
LIGHT
LEAD...~
#MONDAYMOTIVATION
Younger
Version
'Of
YOU
looks At
Where
You Stand
NOW
•—&
Smiles
Knowing
YOU
Carried
'The
Weight
•▪SO
They
Could
Breath
✨️
♦️
Unbound
By
The
Crowd
YOUR
Quiet
•—Truth
Is A Steady
FLAME
'That
Needs
No Mirror
To BURN
♦️
✨️
LET
YOUR
LIGHT
LEAD...~
#MONDAYMOTIVATION
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Chris retweeted
my morning coffee
a quiet room
and thoughts that
never learned
to sleep
some mornings arrive
with sunshine
mine arrive carrying
yesterday's shadows
☕️ ⋆°•☁︎ֶָ֢.𓂃☂♡
good morning
a quiet room
and thoughts that
never learned
to sleep
some mornings arrive
with sunshine
mine arrive carrying
yesterday's shadows
☕️ ⋆°•☁︎ֶָ֢.𓂃☂♡
good morning
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