And the specter rises this thing follows us all. She even commented on someone else’s blog that she hoped I died like my mate. Well, my mate suffered for a couple of years with incurable cancer. She lived in pain with bravery and grace something this sewer denizen knows nothing about. I don’t know what makes someone so mean and vile but I leave Karma to deal with her. I have no time to waste as life is precious as I learned from watching it ebb away from a truly good woman. Abbe Bayfield Noble or whoever you are this week all you get from me is my pity.
She had a black heart,
Black as coal.
Cold as a moonless winter.
Wrapped it around her victims,
Strangled them left them for dead.
But they rose up
Sent her an evil lover
To wrap his dark mind around hers,
Rip out what was left of her black heart.
and he left her as a voiceless puddle,
Slowly oozing into the sewer.
Such are the rewards of such a heart.
Guard yourself well
Before you join her.
Cow from Sicily hahaha
She lived strong
She lived free
From the fear of fear
Held her head up high
As blindness and pain took hold.
As the cancer claimed her day by day.
She clung on with her very fingernails
Never asking for pity, never complaining.
It took her piece by piece
She fought it inch by inch.
Now gone she leaves behind –
No stone unturned
No love not expressed
No challenge not met.
That my friends is bravery.
It is a choice to stand up and fight
Or lay down and die on diseases terms.
Many live their lives
complaining, avoiding life.
seeing only darkness.
She didn’t and I am proud to call her friend.
Social media bullies keys are clacking
All the evidence is stacking
For their intelligence lacking.
The trolls are crawling
Crying and bawling
Their mamas calling
Victims are now rising
It isn’t hip or cool
It is really mean an cruel
This social media duel.
Justice will prevail
and freedom sail
And the peace prevail.
You wrapped your arms Around a ghost One which harms Hearts of hosts. He doesn’t love you Never did Thinks he’s above you Yet you can’t get rid Of wanting him. Reality sucks it re…
Source: Doesn’t Love You
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Source: Nothing but a ghost
Written by Jacob Ibrag
For as long as I could remember, I’ve only
been able to see as far as thecage aroundmy mind
would let me.Without knowingmuch aboutanything,
the cold steel embracewas all I everneeded. I didn’t know
the existence of words like ‘curiosity’ and ‘freedom.’ Although
limited in vocabulary, I was comfortably breathing. And so
I beg for you to stop talking to me. Don’t want any part
of your world, let me livewithin my own reality.
Photography by Katharina Jung