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Wrathful Words: THE PUNCTUATION

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In all words written. In all words said. An end is left. Was I her nothing? Questions a fear,. Alone in the earth. Or alone in a kiss. Both are the same. To those never missed. Found is the breath. But lost is the beat. Of a forgotten heart-. And of the flowers. That too soon fade. Each dies a promise. I touch her last word. It whispers of nothing. So I leave it unheard. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). SHE OF THORN - poems and rhyme of a heart unkind. SHE OF THORN site. Subscribe to our posts.

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Wrathful Words: WHEN ANGELS SING

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Wrathful Words: April 2015

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FROM LIFE I FADE. No more your days. In sips of sleep. To refuge of gray. The whole of me. I will not crush. THE NAKED LADY TREE. A short story I wrote a few years ago during my divorce - I just now got around to editing it. 8220;Time has a way of stealing the past like a rainforest taking back a village”. Now we both carried scars. I looked down and tears began to flow. Everything I knew was gone. For the first time. I realized I was alone. It now a stain. The cadaver and I. I wish it life. After sendin...

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Wrathful Words: THUS IT (AGAIN) BEGINS….

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THUS IT (AGAIN) BEGINS…. After sending my new birth, SHE OF THORN, into the world to live a full healthy life - I honestly thought I had seen the last of loss's icy stare, felt the end of longing's sick addictive pull. The longing for a woman I had bled-out through poems and rhyme and tears and narcotic induced sleep prior to my book's messy birth. Oh, the questions. Has SHE read it? Takes the prize for the question most often asked. Perhaps a sequel to SHE OF THORN? A blog sits empty, dusty with need&#4...

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Poems and Rhyme of a Heart Unkind. Dark poems and prose of unrequited love and loneliness. Take an emotional ride with the vulnerable heart of artist/writer, Kalynn Campbell, as it enters the tempestuous and callous world of “ She. 8221; Written at the end of a volatile love affair with a married woman, the poems and prose of SHE OF THORN. Tell the story of a love-in-vain enslavement to a cruel ineffectual heart. The book also reflects the author's personal struggle with AvPD. WE ARE PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE.

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Wrathful Words: May 2015

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I wished on a star. But it fell in the night. I nurtured my faith. But beliefs all died. I see all the smiles. But I feel all the pain. I live in no prison. Yet I am bound in chain. I lost the question. To an answer I know. I climbed to the top. And came out below. Yet bet it all. I muted my ghosts. But they proceed to call. I live in the present. But it's already past. I'd take life slow. But it moves too fast. I reach for the heavens. But touch only ground. I am not missing. But I'll never be found.

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Wrathful Words: June 2015

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The sound of myself. Chills to the bone. I puddle in sleep. In hold of dusk. For all i've lost. I fall in restraint. In all words written. In all words said. An end is left. Was I her nothing? Questions a fear,. Alone in the earth. Or alone in a kiss. Both are the same. To those never missed. Found is the breath. But lost is the beat. Of a forgotten heart-. And of the flowers. That too soon fade. Each dies a promise. I touch her last word. It whispers of nothing. So I leave it unheard. SHE OF THORN site.

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Wrathful Words: I BECOME RAIN...

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The sound of myself. Chills to the bone. I puddle in sleep. In hold of dusk. For all i've lost. I fall in restraint. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). SHE OF THORN - poems and rhyme of a heart unkind. SHE OF THORN site. Subscribe to our posts.