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Who says darkness is just pitch black? Darkness is black, adorned with the beautiful Values of balance, potential, and transformation. She’s the necessary setting for growth, A necessary force to light. Would there be a need for light If darkness never existed? Even before God...Read more

Darkness is more polite than the scary people Lights off ,streets empty I'm afraid of what's out there Dogs start barking Clock ticks slow The wind free to go Small scary things ,just illusions Where my heart runs fast I remember the past Sorry it's a bit late

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lyra

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for when your chest fills with mud and the shadow settles into every corner of your bones. momma, I fear this darkness inside me has your eyes. I feel it in my ribs and I press on it sometimes just to know it's there.

There is no light Where depths consume. * * * Twist and turn, Spark and burn; Every good thing Is mine to spurn Like I am king! Like I could cling To fickle flames, The hope they bring, With enough acclaim To fend off the shame Of being the one Who cheats the game. * * * On purpose I hi...Read more

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sidusferam

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What would I be Without darkness? To know guilt, To walk beneath Grey skies and forget The color of the sun- What would I call That which shines on me?

So to speak Strength slowly seeps out Extrapolated small doubts Nihilist trains of thought Keep coming back and forth Rush or impulsive ruse And so I keep it reined Dearly beloved...

Greetings family Here's an interesting questions for you. How do you interpret darkness? Ask yourself this question. Turn inward. Would you call it a gift? Or would you rather not have anything to do with it? When you find the answer, take up your quill. Write a poem about it. But before tha...Read more

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aeris222

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​There is a shadow walking ahead of me. Not behind, not beside: ahead. It always takes a step before I do, hands in its pockets and the crooked gait of one who has time to waste and no rush to heal. ​It isn’t mine, I’ve looked at it closely: it doesn’t have my shape. It is more hunched, more tired t...Read more