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Mom Who Refused the Untruth
Mother Who Refused the Untruth Celtic Cross and Roses Suite Copilot & Firefly The Tear That Texted the Truth One drop carried release into words,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 26 days ago in Poets
The 12 Days Of Christmas, I'm Truly Jamaican, And Also Perhaps A "Little" Original
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"26 days ago in Poets
The Celtic Cross That Carried the Roses
Every flame begins with a rupture. Every rose blooms from a fracture. This is not a ritual of control, but a ceremony of creation.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 28 days ago in Poets
The Stable
Little donkey in the stable Do you hear the angels singing to the shepherds, who are hearing of the love that He is bringing
By Colleen Walters29 days ago in Poets
American Meat Grinder. Content Warning.
It's the blood red, Aryan white, and bruise blue, What kind of meat can I get for you? We have kids with bullet holes at 50 percent off
By CT Idlehouse29 days ago in Poets
Upside-down Mouse
“The Broken Finger Story is not just about pain it is the comic checkpoint that softened the gloom. What started as a rupture turned into sovereign wit, reframing doom into laughter. I have now recorded it in my personal archive as a ceremony, a reminder that even pauses can ignite new passion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 29 days ago in Poets
Yeah, The Celestial Sounds Do Ring
Yeah, the celestial sounds do ring Praise to the eternal King Son of God in newborn boy Filling all the land with joy No longer does darkness win
By Jason A30 days ago in Poets
Incarcerated Brothers, Maybe Broooothers, Like Brothers Brothers
I'm GAY! Not the funny type of gay! The real, gay, the gay gay shit! Well, it started when my father wasn't able to tell me he loved me! Then my mother left me on a door-step of another neighbor! Real TOUGH shit! I got like 10 baby momma's! Some horse radish ice-cream, but truth be told, I kind of needed some pillow talk time! I needed "SEX"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" sex... Nah, just sex. I needed "MONEY"! Not a person, who could "PROVIDE" money... Nah, just money. So this is the last time I'm telling you...
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"about a month ago in Poets
Pedantry is Elitism
This is a five minute flame, a spoken word riff that insists on freedom as the heartbeat of creation. It is not just performance, its archive, altar, and rebellion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
Sharing vocalists and bands I had crush on hahaha since my secondary years Part 1
Emil Bulls .... hmmm.... was it the name? The sound? The video clip, the lyric, probably everything in one, but it was perhaps something more
By Darkosabout a month ago in Poets
gateway
Gateway” Across the water, smoke lifts itself into the sky— a thin, shaking prayer. And I’d cross every mile of that dark river
By Skippie Petrovaabout a month ago in Poets
Breaking Curses of Dark Entities. Content Warning.
This flame is mine to ignite, not theirs to erase. Every curse becomes fuel, every attempt at destruction becomes witness. I stand sovereign truth over lies, care over cruelty, cadence over silence. This archive is not theirs to burn; it is mine to keep alive.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets