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[55] A New Legend
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I drag my misery with me To the light clouds shaped mountains Hoping they’ll lift the weight Put me at halt, a work against gravity Offer a refuge to my restlessness A home to my anxiety And give me a pass to leave them there And tell me not to be a snowball Collecting panic…
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[54] Poetry By My Nightmares
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Nights terrify as the rain drowns my scream The wind that held answers is distracted to amuse paper boats and drive it to sink with me. A numb sleep lets you meditate and makes you dream of colours. Avoiding red, you accept the blues A lighthouse like a morse code, wrecks you. A…
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[53] God’s Lonely Man
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I don’t think anyone cares I think I am the problem I think I think too much I am accepting this pain Acceptance has been the only thing has given me some respite From the constant thundering of my heart and my brain to quiet Acceptance of the things I can’t control That includes people’s reactions…
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[52] Maximising Misery
Today the feeling in the air is of lucidity. I am served my emotions on a platter tonight. A knife is laid down on my side to either cut myself open and venture into the unknown yet important or just let these suicidal thoughts rust into oblivion. A choice between self-knowledge and happiness I am…
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[51] A Personal Story
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There is a sensation that I wish does not come to you. You are up, the sunlight wakes you. What is the beginning of the day feels like an end of you, to you. You try to shake these lifeless thoughts but in a blink, they have rusted and you can no longer repair them.…
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[50] Knock Knock Who’s There?
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I am alive, I know it The rigorous thumping of my door reminds me The lively riot inside me A live show it stages inside me The rigorous thumping of my heart reminds me It reaches a crescendo where my brain vibrates Convulsions warn me of the beast inside me I pop a pill and…
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[49] The Stranger I Knew
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A picture so grey, on broken paper it remains it conjures up a time that held importance but only in the back of my mind time turned its wheels and let it drown away let it lay on the tip of the iceberg now all I can see is a blinking light in my mind, still…
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[48] Which is the witch?
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Two oldies are walking down the village road and they find themselves in front of a house that is emitting smoke. “Something on fire aye. It’s coming from the chimney” “Na man that’s the election of the pope” “Yah, I’ve read it in one of those, what do you call it, internet, if the smoke…
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[47] Eraserhead Movie Review | David Lynch
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The dark world of “Eraserhead” is morbid, depressing and lonely. Even the lights in the room don’t have the power to illuminate the whole room, they are directed upwards. The usage of light is to focus, to focus only on the depressive world the characters live in because the characters don’t deserve light. The black…
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[46] Write Like You Talk Or Talk Like You Write?
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Write like you talk or Talk like you write? which is better? intuitive thoughts or a consciousness that exhausts the mind. Words are used to bleed the world with an implosion of confusion. Caused by a fusion of overthinking and not being able to think at all. Now if I just change the gears and…
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[45] The Godfather Notebook – Prologue to The Bible for Filmmakers
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[…] I thought that if I could first work on the story on a set of blueprints – a plan – I would then be able to sleep at night. I would feel that at least I would be taking a step forward, that doing it this way would help me get a handle on…
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[44] Solace from the Soulless.
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What shackles us is not the judgement of others but the perceived thought that they will judge us. We humans, a tribal community, have lived life without instantaneous connectivity almost 99% of our time on earth (if we weren’t on other planets). The age we live in, the age of connectivity demands us of our interruption,…
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[43] Do I Still Have Time?
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She didn’t react to my behaviour. Nor did she express any contempt. But all I could hear in her footsteps and the saintly silence with which she worked, all I could hear was reaction and contempt. I am a child of my mother. My age is 22, and I have no job. Not because I…
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[42] Water Kills You
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The story is inspired by the Writing Prompt – “100% of people who drink water will die” sounds like a dumb statistic, but you are 900 years old and very thirsty. Enjoy! ——— “Dude you’ve got to meet this guy. He looks so… different but speaks so wise. Have you seen “The Man from Earth” where…
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[41] #NaPoWriMo [15/30] { Oh My God They Did It! }
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A senseless grapevine curls down our neck in between whispers we stand, a hundred of them faceless, they surround with twisted versions of a misheard story a misheard name a conniving mind a shadow of a dame I stand with her, clueless, we are They build memories that we are not aware of We meet for…