The Silent Hill

The Silent Hill a poem by Kevin Allen The silent hill has no resting place anymore It is as loud and crowded as that other The one where the noises overshadow the quiet places of rest But there’s no resting there Not for the wicked Neither for the good It is a place of eternal […]

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The Stone Cutter by Melissa Bird

Poetry. The lyric we are defined by. The seed of life. This is where our pains our glories our wants and needs reside.  All balled into paradoxical strings preaching we are alive. We are here. Please enjoy the lyrics of Melissa Bird. The Stonecutter I cut at this stone some relief its trapped the figure […]

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