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Some people enter your life early and never really leave they just stop keeping pace. Leaving the Station is a poem born from a dream and the memories it refused to let go of. It speaks of unfinished conversations, quiet goodbyes, first connections, and time passing without permission. This is not a love story. It's what remains after one when you realize you're moving forward, even if a part of you is still waiting.

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WHISPERS FROM A CHAOS MIND ~ Verses of quiet survival ~ Some thoughts are too soft to scream. Some pain survives in silence. Whispers from a Chaos Mind is a collection of poems written between public smiles and private breaking. These verses speak of quiet survival, inner chaos, and the strength it takes to keep going when no one is watching. This book is for those who feel deeply, think endlessly, and heal quietly. If you've ever smiled while falling apart, these poems are for you.

Almost Human is a collection of poems about survival, softness, and the quiet and necessary distance that comes after harm. Moving through images of war rooms and infirmaries, candlelight and starlight, imitation and restraint, these poems touch on what it means to remain human in the presence of those who perhaps never were. This is not a book about revenge or resolution, but about observation, integration, and learning how to stop offering light to things that only know how to consume it. For readers who have loved deeply, waited too long, survived quietly, and learned that healing does not always arrive loudly; Almost Human is a record of what remains.

"Living is a Fight (To Those Still Holding On)" To everyone holding on, feeling the weight of the world but refusing to let go-this is for you. This collection of raw, heartfelt poems captures pain, perseverance, and the strength it takes to keep going. Each word reflects the silent battles we fight and the hope that, one day, it will all be okay. Let these poems be your light in the dark and your strength to hold on just a little longer.

Prequel to Barbed Wire Psalms Carousel of Destruction is a series of raw, confessional poems about the cycles we swear we're done with... until they pull us back in. Addiction. Relapse. Temptation. Memory. Survival. Every piece is a snapshot of the spin- the chaos, the crash, and the climb back out. These aren't pretty stories. They're the ones you feel in your ribs. - Left The Circle I - The Pullback II - Downward Spiral III https://www.patreon.com/posts/barbed-wire-144840033?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

for all the heartaches

A collection of free-verse poetry.

Another agglomerate of useless decadent poetry.

Through the storm, I'm a living raindrop floating in the ocean, No more expecting for the rainbow to come. titikoma©. 2021.

"A Carpenter" is a personal reflection on the story of Jesus, imagined not as a distant divine figure, but as a man who stood against injustice and challenged the norms of his time. My aim with this poem was to explore the idea that uncomfortable truths are often rewritten or avoided, and that revolutionary voices can be softened through history. It's a piece about humanity, the cost of change, and how stories-especially powerful ones-are shaped by those who tell them. This is not designed to be divisive-my aim is to unite.

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a collection of poems.

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The collection is containing poems, that are centered around the theme of the four seasons, for accuracy I start with spring. Than comes of course summer, fall and winter. 🖋️PG-13 Rated 🖋️The Cover is made by Canva

Can I have you for a moment? I know you're really busy and that at times it is too much to ask I know our time is too far past But I can no longer endure my masquerade My feelings won't subside like the coming waves I pray Can I have you for a moment? I know my timing is off Being I my worst opponent Wishing I to be the main component Can I have you for a moment? I know you're no object to be had I know my choice of words make you mad But I cannot control the feelings that I hold I know I must sound selfish But the truth is, I need you like I need the air I can't resist what I cannot spare Can I have you for a moment? I dream of you when you are not there I long for you only when I dare Unmasked and unprotected You're love has me indebted To your loving arms I fare Can I have you for a moment?

Between life and death, between memory and forgetting ; a voice speaks from beneath the flowers laid too soon. A metaphor for how isolation transforms into healing when the weight of sorrow turns into light.

A quiet, devastating poem about the kind of love that hurts without breaking. It explores how someone can wound you gently, leaving a mark that becomes part of who you are. This is a story of carrying pain with dignity, and learning that even a scar can shape a life.

✨ Story Description ✨ *"What Is Life?" by Tunwase Omotayo is a poetic journey through the fleeting nature of existence, the vanity of earthly pursuits, and the eternal hope found in Christ. The poem begins with haunting imagery - life as a cloud, a shadow, a market, a seed - fragile and temporary. Yet, it doesn't stop at the despair of life's emptiness. Instead, it unfolds into a message of faith, reminding us that without Christ, life is but a desert and an empty shell. Through vivid metaphors and heartfelt reflection, the poem paints life as a battlefield, a classroom, and a sacred journey. It calls the reader to walk in obedience, remain watchful, and cling to the hope of eternity. At its heart, "What Is Life?" is not just a question - it is an answer. It is a testimony that true life begins only in Christ, where storms are calmed, nights turn into mornings, and the soul finds everlasting rest.*

Meant to be read with my other book, YANG, and in the dark display setting. Yin / Yang: Two halves that together complete wholeness. Yin and yang are also the starting point for change. When something is whole, by definition, it's unchanging and complete. So when you split something into two halves - yin/yang, it upsets the equilibrium of wholeness. Both halves are chasing after each other as they seek a new balance with each other.