Marie381Uk
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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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A Very Wicked Man
You told me I was worth my weight in gold, a priceless diamond. Yet behind those words, the beatings I endured spoke a different truth. The comments you made cut deep, leaving me shattered. I hid my bruises from my dad, covering the pain that echoed in fractured bones. My brother would have fought you, would have killed you if he had only known.
By Marie381Uk 10 days ago in Humans
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother John my brother, he has always been the quiet strength in my life. When I was young, the world around me often felt loud and uncertain, but John was steady. He never needed many words—just his presence was enough. With strong hands and calm eyes, he could settle things without making a fuss. He fixed what needed fixing, never asked too many questions, and always seemed to know when silence was more comforting than advice.
By Marie381Uk 11 days ago in Critique
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
Give Peace a Chance I remember the day John Lennon was shot. It was December 8, 1980, and the news hit the world like a devastating storm. But it wasn’t just the loss of a singer or songwriter; it felt like the silencing of a philosopher, a man who used music to speak truth to power and feed the souls of millions.
By Marie381Uk 11 days ago in History
