I am nothing without my tea
That's the only thing that makes me get up in the morning
I don't want to wake up if I don't have my tea
If tea didn't exist, I wouldn't exist either
In the misty breath of autumn’s gloom,
Stone crosses stand as guardians of time,
Whispering prayers in a tongue of doom,
Where leaves still dance in silence sublime.
The quiet hangs heavy, a mourning song,
Voices of past in the trees concealed.
The earth beats softly, where memories throng,
And shadows of hope in the fog are revealed.
Cemetery deer.
Sonia Sanchez, from "For Tupac Amaru Shakur"
When I was there, I felt something
I felt alive
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The rope is already hanging
The noose is tightening
One final breath
Eyes stare dimly into the distance.
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When you slam the door, your eyes glimmer…
Glimmer with tears, and I lose myself in their haunting beauty…
The echo of the slam sends my thoughts spiraling, while silence slowly drowns my entire universe…
The radiance of your tears has left me blind…
So blind that I can no longer face you…
All I see is darkness, the profound shadow cast by your tears
When he was born, the thunder roared,
The sky was torn by the clash of steel.
The earth trembled beneath spilled blood,
As gods entwined the fates of war.
Forged in fire, shaped by storms,
No blade nor time could bring him down.
They gave him a name – Hektor, the Titan,
An unyielding spirit, a warrior’s crown.