Saturday, April 13, 2024

One Last Leaf

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Fall; the most ravishing season of all time, how mischievously she often knocks on the door. For the man who dreamed of tan over his body, she gives the best dressing, maybe over his wounds. As the dim green blood drains from my body, I see blood clots all over, freezing my...

Migrant

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It's been 1031 days since I've been away from my home. Some of us have lost count and moved on,  some of us too busy living and forgot to count,  and some with a disoriented self,  tormented by the constant mutation the mind undergoes,  stood puzzled, not knowing what...

Grow Up Already

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Grow up already,a simple phrase that we get lost in.we are told all too oftenthat’s childish, that’s foolishbut that idea is really quite twisted. We are holding on,on to our vanishing youth something we will take for granted. Once we grow up we will want it...

Lost

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Quietly sinking downfurther and furtheruntil I have reached the bottomWhat is this world?I am no longer on Earththis is a whole new planet. Around me I know no oneno familiar faces,nothing looks the same. I am in a different world;one with no escapeno world I have...

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...

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...

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...