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Zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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poetry

the quality of Being

sitting, eating; being present, in the present. being here, being there, it is just about showing up, physically. your body might be there, but what about your mind? are you there? skimming through the faces that just meet once a... Continue Reading →

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balance

this is an act a balancing act of life doing this, doing that; rushing here, rushing there. "ain't you tired?" "don't do so much." the voices around me sounding out of my body, my soul, the people around me. i... Continue Reading →

To Places No One Goes

Where am I? How did I end up here? Questions upon questions Life, this is. I will go where You would go Take the lead and I will follow You To places no one goes Say the word and I... Continue Reading →

Reach For Hope

Traversing through the concrete jungle, Entering the hearts of lions, Gleaming resplendently in the crescent night, Where love and hope is relative. I want to know how far I can go; I want to know how high I can reach.... Continue Reading →

One Lost Sheep

. lost . blind . wandering in nothingness the pasture where green promulgates at sight, wholly. pondering about castles built in the air wondering about directions in the vastness of aimlessness. "where am i?" "why am i still here?" questions... Continue Reading →

A Story Left Untold

From Nazareth, To Bethlehem. Traversing in the dark, Following the unwavering light. No matter how lost you think you are; No matter how dark the route is; No matter how much you do not understand Just know that He is... Continue Reading →

catharsis :re #finale

I am alive, I can breathe, I will rise again. Lesson learned, Advice heeded, Eyes opened. No more depression, No more self-depreciation, No more meaninglessness. Hopes, Dreams, Love, Restored. The light penetrated through the murkiness of darkness. My fears dissipated... Continue Reading →

Patience (Restrung)

. . . Wait . . . Wait . . . nothing. ... nothing has happened yet. ... maybe it is just too early. i mean. what can i expect from doing the same thing for a year or so.... Continue Reading →

re: hope #29

the thin gossamer thread that i held on for years it has not snapped nor has it torn apart, it remained stout, sturdy and solid. Through the depths hell, Over the nine mountains and eight seas, There is nothing That... Continue Reading →

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