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Tis a Suicide Season – JuSt me Hibana
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A place of poetic expression, of change, of my life…in progression. Tis a Suicide Season. It was the night before a time that would be celebrated, of gifts and meals, no one should be stirring….no one should be awake. Yet, there I lay awaiting day break. Awaiting for no joyous occasion, no momentous holiday to lift this drear. No hope. No joy. Filled with loneliness instead of merriment am I. What is this and who is there? By Just me Hibana. Ode to My Pillow. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Join 659 other fo...
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Blind Attire – JuSt me Hibana
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A place of poetic expression, of change, of my life…in progression. As we dress ourselves sadness,. Weeping is a ploy to keep away from hope. Why live when we can die? Why fight when we can cry? Are dreams mean nothing, because we forgot to close our eyes. Nothing but antidepressants keeping us standing. Broken down are we,. Just another basket case. What do we believe about ourselves? By Just me Hibana. Ticking Hands, Taking Hands. Tis a Suicide Season. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Ode to My Pillow – JuSt me Hibana
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A place of poetic expression, of change, of my life…in progression. Ode to My Pillow. My beloved Pillow, how I do miss thee when I am gone away. Far from home and my own bed I miss thee. Shall I count the ways? There is not another that molds like thee to my simple dome. None compare in gentleness or tone. Only thee may cradle me swiftly to silent slumber. However shall I sleep away from thee? Nevermore, no never more. By Just me Hibana. Tis a Suicide Season. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. The wide world is...
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Just me Hibana – JuSt me Hibana
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A place of poetic expression, of change, of my life…in progression. Author: Just me Hibana. I am a free soul, a living being, Loved by the Most High, dreaming of the future destined for my by my Father.always love, live without regrets, and hope in beautiful things.even when life is hard, when it seems like it will always be dark, remember, the sun comes up each day, I've lived, am living that truth, Praise God! Ode to My Pillow. My beloved Pillow, how I do miss thee when I am gone away. By Just me Hibana.