The House That Fed on My Bones
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The House That Fed on My Bones
A Gothic Tale of Silence, Chains, and the Last Door
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September 4, 2026 at 4:12 AM
The House That Fed on My Bones
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Some wounds become verses,
some tears become prayers,
and some broken hearts
learn to sing in silence.
#darkpoetry #poetry #PoeticCommunity
some tears become prayers,
and some broken hearts
learn to sing in silence.
#darkpoetry #poetry #PoeticCommunity
September 1, 2026 at 2:07 AM
Some wounds become verses,
some tears become prayers,
and some broken hearts
learn to sing in silence.
#darkpoetry #poetry #PoeticCommunity
some tears become prayers,
and some broken hearts
learn to sing in silence.
#darkpoetry #poetry #PoeticCommunity
So happy to be a part of this rich #poeticcommunity! I will also be checking in throughout Saturday, too! #poemsabout #transition @alanparry83.bsky.social
June 19, 2025 at 6:25 PM
So happy to be a part of this rich #poeticcommunity! I will also be checking in throughout Saturday, too! #poemsabout #transition @alanparry83.bsky.social
We are
burning. to embrace
the forgotten stories
of the land. once
held in our palms and
unfolded from our mouths.
now.
as delicate as moth wings.
and just as magic
#poetry #poem #poeticcommunity
burning. to embrace
the forgotten stories
of the land. once
held in our palms and
unfolded from our mouths.
now.
as delicate as moth wings.
and just as magic
#poetry #poem #poeticcommunity
January 18, 2025 at 5:59 AM
We are
burning. to embrace
the forgotten stories
of the land. once
held in our palms and
unfolded from our mouths.
now.
as delicate as moth wings.
and just as magic
#poetry #poem #poeticcommunity
burning. to embrace
the forgotten stories
of the land. once
held in our palms and
unfolded from our mouths.
now.
as delicate as moth wings.
and just as magic
#poetry #poem #poeticcommunity
Roots of oak held darkness.
i thundered within the shelter
of my bones.
am i at the centre
of my own life
Or
mending the tracks. the walls.
bending the stone into roads?
#poem #poetry #poeticcommunity
i thundered within the shelter
of my bones.
am i at the centre
of my own life
Or
mending the tracks. the walls.
bending the stone into roads?
#poem #poetry #poeticcommunity
January 14, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Roots of oak held darkness.
i thundered within the shelter
of my bones.
am i at the centre
of my own life
Or
mending the tracks. the walls.
bending the stone into roads?
#poem #poetry #poeticcommunity
i thundered within the shelter
of my bones.
am i at the centre
of my own life
Or
mending the tracks. the walls.
bending the stone into roads?
#poem #poetry #poeticcommunity