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Missing

Life is different than I thought.

It sits somewhere in peace.

Without pain, without numbness, without joy.

And weeps.

 

Or is that love?

Are they the same; life and love?

Is that what this world is missing…

love and life being one

The purpose

The meaning

True Aliveness

being love

real love

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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I’m Not Done v.2

The Valley

Isn’t a place

You know

 

It is where

We live

Where we

Feel

Where we

know

 

 

Where we

Often

Decide

To

Deny

 

 

The light

Isn’t awaiting

Our creation

 

It exists

Within

Me

 

In

You

In

All

In

Us

 

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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I’m Not Done v.1

The Valley

Isn’t a place

You know

 

It’s a

State

Of being

 

An

Awareness

 

The Darkness

Isn’t awaiting

The chance

To attack

 

Darkness

Lives inside

Me

 

In

You

In

All

In

Us

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

 

Kinda in reference to this Valley 

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I AM

I AM

throwing out all

my masks

they no longer

fit

 

I AM

checking under

my bed

for all the

monsters

I’ve stored there

 

I AM

peering into the

hollows

behind my eyes

whispering,

coaxing out

my soul

 

I AM

rewriting my

future

keeping the

pens to

myself now

 

I AM

demolishing

the porcelain

walls

and painting

the air

about me

 

I AM

coming home

to myself

nothing can

stop me

not even me

 

I AM

smoking out

the lies

untwisting

the truths

 

I AM

tired of pretending

so I’m not

anymore

 

by Daphne Shadows

 

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Are You Listening?

There is more

Something we don’t listen for

It cries

And in our ignorance

It dies

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

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Double-Edged Flames

 

Art is,

Less a way for me to express

More of a life support

The only way

My heart keeps beating

 

But my fingers have stopped moving

The pen has run dry

The paper, mere ashes

Heart beats,

Sluggish

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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Disjointed

It just is, here, now

No time to sabotage this

Not true, whispers soul

 

Reflections, they change

The hush of silence tells all

Too little, too late

 

Sometimes the fall comes

No fist can keep the blood here

No heart beats that fast

 

Don’t know if you care

I don’t know if this hurts you

But I need to breathe

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

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