Sunday, April 28, 2024

Mirror

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"A small wooden house near that sweet lake",that's what you said to mewhen I asked you what your dream was. Now together we stand herenext to our wooden house,holding two cups of coffee,we stand together staring at each other. Slowly, I placed my hand on your...

Psycho (1960 film) – directed by Alfred Hitchcock

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Alfred Hitchcock's classic horror film, Psycho, is 156 minutes of thrilling intensity that has captivated audiences for decades, although the typical horror movie fanatic may be unaware of its in-depth investigation into the human psyche. In its application of the ideas of Freud's psychoanalysis,...

Dear Heart

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Dear Heart,I’m sorry for wearing you on my sleeve,and giving you away, as if you werebut a stone that held me down.You are a compass,a compass with a lost sense of direction.A compass which only points meto the closest point of comfort,A compass which...

Twilight

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I always believed that you and I were like day and night,destined to blend in this shadow of light.Now when I look into my heartI can still see the vestiges of twilightthat once bloomed in my life;there isn’t a more beautiful poem than you. When...

Dear Lungs

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Dear Lungs,I’m sorry for being caught upin the endless search for numbness.I have forgotten that it was you, above all,that let the holy breath enter my soul. I hope you remember the times,where balloons seemed to magically expand,as I whispered onto you,The smoke now drowns...

Dear Eyes

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Dear Eyes,I should have sheltered youfrom the things that seemed unseen,and I should have listened to you more. But god help me if it was not also youwho showed me the ways of sin,and pointed my attentionto a place where a heart does not belong. I...

Enlightenment Part III: Acceptance

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Overwhelmed with such knowledge, Thoughts no longer his own and acts of pure will,He descended the mountain to his old home. Everything felt the same. There was buying, There was selling. Talking to each person as if talking to the great sky,They responded, offering him guidance and...

Waves

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it comes at night, after soft, gruelling days. like a tidal wave, it rises and crashes over me: dragging me under. the current is much too strong for me to fight. so I will drown, until somebody saves me.

Plywood and Duct Tape: Part II

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It hit me full blast In an instant, Crack I fell It poured over me, Rushing and coursing. The hallucinations started to laugh as they took a fuller form, “Really?” One mocked. “You didn’t know what we were, Who we were?” I could...

Plywood and Duct Tape: Part I

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I can feel the walls cracking, Breaking, The dam leaking. It is being held By plywood and duct tape. The cracks are growing larger, More and more keeps spilling out, I keep promising myself One more crack Then I’ll get help. The dam ruptures...