Prose & Poetry

Spirits Craving

You hear us in the wind

You see our faces on walls

But our stories have yet to be told.

Death Separates us

Fear keeps us apart

but our stories must be heard.

Who dares to step into our world?

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Prose & Poetry

You Call them Villains

Beautiful creations

Twisted by mankind

Wondrous minds

Designed for destruction

In their world

They are the heroes.

See the world through their eyes

Do you see?

They are the heroes.

They may seem blind

Driven with a twisted purpose

But in their minds

They are heroes.

– wilnako

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Prose & Poetry

New Beginnings

I swam my feelings away

The current of my strokes,

my temporary blanket.

To the night sky I stare

a blank slate it says.

Plenty of tomorrow’s for all,

Time to begin again.

-wilnako

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