Thursday, December 1, 2022

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...

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.

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...

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...

Schizophrenic

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Anger Is such a pointless emotion Yet it consumes me Anger at voices nattering away, of silent words and silent urges. Tyrants in their kingdom Fighting off the plague I am alone, And surrounded, by war. Both sides fighting a constant battle, One heart...

Reflections

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Howdo you see you?Howdo you see me?Yourreflection is still the same person, butdo you see it as such? Thereflection of your judgement,thoughts,feelings, actions,howdo you perceive these things? Doesit make you a different person? Whatdo you like, what do you hate?Youare the same person in every version.Everyreflection...

The Talk

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On the days dedicated to casting a lightonto those living in debilitating darkness,we have chosen to shine it onto ourselvesand while we bask in a thawing glow,those who need it the most,go another eternity without light. It is in this darkness that theskeletal remains of...

A life without colour

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My vision is only of gray. “The world is a rainbow;” I know this for sure. I’ve heard of the magnificent shades of human emotion. I’ve seen them for myself, but I do not see in colour anymore. I live within a personal orbit of dullness and nothing...

The Sound of Rain

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Searching for meaning in an empty coffee cup he sat around the busy café contemplating life. The rain pouring out her dreams and hopes on the clear window as if to shout out “It is me your searching for!” The coffee now gone just as his will for...

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...