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These halls seem somewhat hollow
A certain sense of sorrow
Now graces ancient stone.
Replacing familiar faces
With defaced family paintings
And cold ancestral bones.
Thrones thrown upon a pyre.
Fate becomes the folly
Tomorrow the unknown,
The brows of time are furrowed
Past spent, lost, or borrowed
Flowers forever bloom alone.
Rats, the last lords of ruin
Rule cruel shadows from the walls.
Twilight sighs at daylight's rise
All seems dark till darkness falls.
 May 28 starseeker
M Ignacio
I am
awake
in this dream
of fitheavy
amorphic
darkness
full of war
parting stars  
into tremor
the beautiful silence
dust
sea
the smash of god
beneath the waves
the heave of lung
cold, gray
heavy as the day
caught in the teeth  
of sky
broken jawed
and    
soft as fire
just a feeling
 May 21 starseeker
Marian
We must hold and cleave to time fast,
For the old saying goes the mill will never grind with the water that has passed.
Put God first and yourself last,
For the old saying goes the mill will never grind with the water that has passed.
Spring comes and goes away fast,
The mill will never grind with the water that has passed.
Summer and Fall comes fast for all,
The mill will never grind with the water that has passed.
Winter comes and it goes,
And its Spring again,
Winter glided away just as fast as it arose,
The mill will never grind with the water that has passed.

                                 ~Marian~
 May 21 starseeker
Jaicob
Reader,

                                        stay alive
                                   stay alive stay a
                                live stay alive stay a
                                 live stay alive stay
                                    alive stay alive
                                        stay alive

                                        stay alive
                                   stay alive stay a
                                live stay alive stay a
                                  live stay alive stay
                                      alive stay alive
                                              stay alive
                                                stay ali
                                                ve sta
                                               y al
                                              ive
            ­                                 |-/
A semicolon is a piece of punctuation used when an author chooses to continue the sentence even though they could end it with a full stop easily. Therefore, the semicolon is used as a symbol of suicide awareness- the choice to keep writing your life's sentence until it comes to a conclusion. I believe in you no matter what difficulties you're facing. Keep writing your story. It will be worth it; I promise.
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