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A storm that can NOT be calmed

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Last Breath

by Ryan NKP

When air begins to hesitate,
truth becomes simple.
Love while you can.
Speak what you mean.
Forgive quickly.
Stand fully.
Because when breath grows thin,
regret grows loud.
Live now
so your last breath finds you...

Her Joy

by Zoya Snawer

They ran around as they chuckle
Joy fills their heart
The doors to her soul takes their sight in
She wishes she like them.

She had her chance,
Regret fills in her in her trance,
I should have enjoyed it
while it...

Safe in Your Arms

by Lihanda

Safe in your arms,
your heartbeat feels like a melody—
sweet, steady, certain.

My fingers trace its rhythm
along your chest,
learning you without words

Kisses pressed on my forehead,
gentle and sure.

In a...

Not an Edit

by Ryan NKP

Death is quiet,
not an edit,
not a deletion but a slight pause.
What's gone becomes a song
that is sung
by what is left.

Planted Memories

by Ryan NKP

There are memories I planted
deep enough to forget,
but they sprout anyway,
breaking through the soil of silence.
Some grow thorns,
some bloom softly,
some rise like weeds
I wish I never watered.
But all of them...

Build on the Rock

by Stay-See

O build on the Rock, forever sure
The firm and the true foundation;
Its hope is the hope which shall
endure, the hope of our salvation.

Go, with faith

by Stay-See

Go, with faith to conquer trials that appear;
Know that Christ your Savior with His help is
near.
Never give up the battle, dark though it may be;
For your Lord has promised you the victory.

Before the next road

by Ryan NKP

I end this year the way I lived it—moving.
Scarred knuckles, quiet wins, loud lessons.
I learned that silence can teach,
that roads don’t apologize for being long,
and that becoming costs more than dreaming.

Some days bent...

Legends in Motion

by Ryan NKP

Always, always, keep moving,
Even when the world stands still.
Keep moving, traffic only watches
Legends in motion, chasing the thrill.

Eyes may glare, voices may shout,
But forward is where the brave will go.
The parked...