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[512] Quicksand Love

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[512] Quicksand Love

Scarce emotions⁣⁣⁣Give me all that’s left⁣⁣⁣We’ll make do with our doom⁣⁣⁣We’ll make do in our nest⁣⁣⁣Nightly talks replete with insomnia⁣⁣⁣My chest filled with your tears⁣⁣⁣Secret language of the crickets⁣⁣⁣We find common ground⁣⁣⁣to translate our soul⁣⁣⁣into each other’s hearts⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣We see it⁣⁣⁣Our fulfilled potential⁣⁣⁣I feel your hands ⁣⁣⁣filling the gaps⁣⁣⁣and the falling of the ⁣⁣⁣memories of sands⁣⁣⁣ceases [...]

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[511] Enchantment Breaks

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[511] Enchantment Breaks

Hide inside my mind⁣to not perish outside⁣Fugitives of the ethereal world⁣Contaminate the sky ⁣I hurry into your embrace⁣and find a faraway home⁣Not much to satisfy⁣We communicate in the night⁣⁣Decorate your insecurity⁣bury it underneath ⁣Assurances turn to dust⁣when your lips drip venom⁣It’s never good enough⁣when your will is set⁣You make me leave your embrace⁣as we attend [...]

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[510] Nevermore is Forevermore

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[510] Nevermore is Forevermore

A walk with the head down⁣⁣⁣Confidence fading with each footstepWords talk about memorial hurt⁣⁣⁣The hurt pulls down another soul to hurtThe atmosphere and the ambience of a novel⁣⁣⁣and the will to live inside it, outside⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Outside, all intentions lose their battle⁣⁣⁣Calmness comes across as passivity⁣⁣⁣Love comes across as narcissism⁣⁣⁣Questionable care loses its way⁣⁣⁣on the way to [...]

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[509] Solving The Puzzle

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[509] Solving The Puzzle

Puzzles of a story⁣⁣churning in my soul⁣⁣The medium stays running⁣⁣Where do I find the source?⁣⁣Painful to live in the past⁣⁣So the future is where I reside⁣⁣The makings of a story⁣⁣rustier every night⁣⁣⁣⁣Sunbeams on my eyes⁣⁣I wake up to tonight⁣⁣A blank slate of calm for a while⁣⁣Then the while simply dies⁣⁣Troubles of the heart ⁣⁣take time [...]

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[508] Puzzles of the Mind

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[508] Puzzles of the Mind

An eternity without words ⁣or lives without eternity⁣sentences without meaning⁣no centre within or without⁣In shadows, haunting of the past⁣In light, shimmering of the future⁣I find myself in extremes⁣of inability to understand ⁣or being able to understand it all⁣⁣People move on but I stay⁣Times change but I am the same⁣The expression has quietened ⁣The words have [...]

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[507] Awaken My Love!

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[507] Awaken My Love!

Momentary joys can’t fix me⁣Mythological wars have done me wrong⁣Living in moments of infinity⁣Losing sight of all my loved ones⁣⁣Suffocating slipstreams of feelings⁣A sigh as an answer to all your regrets⁣I find my soul lingering and writhing⁣in an eternal naive design of my own doom⁣⁣Fasten your seatbelts for my words⁣are a bridge to the land [...]

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[506] The Eternal Question(s)

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[506] The Eternal Question(s)

I lived in a vacuum without words⁣a life without soul, a spiritual torture of sorts⁣An imaginary world without imagination⁣A physical whirlwind of confirming and conforming⁣⁣It was an exile from my inner world⁣a detour to enhance the drive ⁣but I found nothing of value ⁣just a waning death dying ⁣⁣This time the dark didn’t have control⁣neither [...]

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[505] Running Out of Time

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[505] Running Out of Time

The time collector is here⁣to judge your internal lives⁣and your meditations about ⁣love and its mysteries to keep⁣the jaded modern spirit alive⁣⁣The mountains echo with⁣your regrets, your face⁣melts as a volcanic spillage⁣You want to fall out of time⁣but the time collector is here⁣⁣Fragmented self and a life⁣full of paradigm shifts ⁣The internal image of you⁣is [...]

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[504] Where Art Thou, Muse?

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[504] Where Art Thou, Muse?

my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣broken, without you here⁣⁣⁣Idealess, I lay in wake⁣⁣⁣my shadows, they fade away⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣can I live, for another day⁣⁣⁣rekindle my passion, over pretension⁣⁣⁣symbolic dreaming, over monochrome living⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣my muse now sits with me⁣⁣⁣an ocean of words floats upstream⁣⁣⁣I have no use of anxiety when⁣⁣⁣my muse, she sits with me —- Art by [...]