by Shelia
tears filled with sadness heart empty a hole where you once stood death, too early where were the angels when I needed them where was a god when I needed to believe gone the faith within gone the hope for healing gone the fight to live 5:15 your time of death 5:15 the time I stopped living Inspired by “5:15 the Angels Have Gone” from HEATHEN Advertisements
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by Shelia
the hearts filthy lesson of love and hate the hearts filthy lesson of obsession and depression the hearts filthy lesson of life and death the hearts filthy lesson of torment and freedom the hearts filthy lesson of safety and fear the hearts filthy lesson of victim and sainthood the hearts filthy lesson never teaching only reminding Inspired by “The Hearts Filthy Lesson” from the album OUTSIDE
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by Shelia
a big hurt believing one could love another a big hurt knowing a certain sadness a big hurt licking wounds in the darkness a big hurt mending scars on the soul a big hurt letting go of love a big hurt small compared to death a big hurt not worth the end pain a big hurt a lesson learned Inspired by “A Big Hurt” from TIN MACHINE II. Photo by revac film’s&photography from Pexels
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by Shelia
“I’d like to offer you some advice,” he said, putting the cup of tea down in front of me and lighting a cigarette. “And what’s that?” I asked, wrapping my hands around the cup of tea. I had expected it to warm my hands and soothe my soul, but it was cold and did anything but soothe. “Take care of yourself. First and foremost. You are the priority.” He exhaled and I watched as a trail of smoke lingered around […]
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by Shelia
Life on the blue and green planet spins round and round. That’s how it is. That’s how it always will be. Until the end of time. Whenever that is. Existence evolves and sometimes devolves, but more often than not, it evolves. Hopefully, it evolves for the better, but it is not always the case. The human spirit usually sees the wrong and fixes its mistakes. Sometimes too late, but always fixes its mistakes. It’s what saves humanity. The cruel is […]
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