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LIVING IN THE LIGHT SERIES
WRITTEN, CREATED, EDITED BY VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI TRUSSELLI ART COPYRIGHT 2026, THESE ARE MY PHOTOS, MY WRITING, NMY WORK, ENJOY
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 13 days ago in Poets
My Soul
My soul went too deep... I felt more empty inside- -than my own shadow...
By Meghan LeVaughn 13 days ago in Poets
Lord & God
Wonderful things planned long ago From the beginning, a continuous ebb and flow I will exhaust you and honor your will Taking my cup and taking my fill
By J. K. Anderson13 days ago in Poets
Sing, Inspire, Ascend
Drink to Get Drunk, The Other Side, Flirt. Could I Take It to Heart, Little Man? Healing Is Difficult. I'm Not Important to You, Sober and Unkissed,
By Andreas Sjögren13 days ago in Poets
Gaslighting the gaslighting the gaslighting . Top Story - March 2026.
I’m beyond furious but I must pretend I have no mouth and I cannot speak I have chosen to stay with the person that ripped apart my heart, ripped up my face, ripped up my hair, torn through my skin
By Melissa Ingoldsby13 days ago in Poets
Covert
Covert, I cannot remember the exact feeling that overflowed my head when I read that verse It was a exhalation of something so hopeful
By Melissa Ingoldsby13 days ago in Poets
Whispered Red
Whispered Red Whispered red descends, On the breath of morning’s chill, Gone before the sigh. ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️ I watch it fall and wonder,
By George’s Girl 2026 14 days ago in Poets
Morning Inspiration.. AI-Generated.
The Morning the River Spoke Elias pulled the collar of his worn coat tighter around his neck and stepped out onto the back porch. The cold hit him immediately, a sharp, clean shock to the system that was far preferable to the stale heat of the small cabin he was renovating. He was a city planner from Boston, a man whose life was measured in square footage, zoning laws, and deadlines. He had come to this remote corner of the state for solitude, to escape the noise, but so far, he had only succeeded in bringing the noise with him. His mind was still a jumble of emails, permits, and the lingering sting of a project that had just fallen through.
By Crystal S14 days ago in Poets
"Kandy"- Go....."es" To Work "Lyrics" - Sometimes, I Am Not Able To Know Where "I" Might End Up, I Know I Should, Don't "EYE"!?
I know it is normal for all of us to enjoy something we wished we knew how !? A spinal muscle, assuming this is the way we communicate !?
By 365poetry14 days ago in Poets
The Veil That Chose
Sunlight gilded the frost like scattered emeralds, morning pretending innocence. A lone bird stitched sound into the silence
By Luna Vani15 days ago in Poets
Kinetic Devotion
A subtle tremor gathers beneath my skin— not fear, but ignition. Muscle turns molten, weighted yet willing, elastic with unsung intention.
By LUNA EDITH15 days ago in Poets
I Hate Being Known As A Child, When I Have Grown Into A Man
A child has parents !? A man has parents !? A child has parents !? A man has parents !? Recently I understood every man was once a child !?
By 365poetry15 days ago in Poets