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[77] Living In Extremes.
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I live in the extremes of life. Even though it can be said that the closer we are to the extremes, the further we are from life. In a sense, extremes are a veiled longing for death. Extremes for an artist is to persevere and finish the project she/he’s been working at for months. But…
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[76] The Wrong Decision.
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Heavy eyelids betray control of emotions unaccounted for. I say words that mean nothing because I speak and not write. Sounds vibrate my eardrums when she whispers loudly the three words I longed for. The longing is no longer there, though The words cut me like anxiety in disguise A modern world apocalypse it seems like to…
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[75] A Summary Of A Poetic Life.
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Sometimes you forget that reality breathes. You ask yourself if this spectacle in front of you is a painting or a dream? The scenery is beyond an impressionistic work of art. Like an echo of a time that you can almost touch, the reality fades into a daydream where sounds cease to exist and imagination…
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[74] Rambling About A Change.
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The urge to write has never been there in me. I looked at writing regularly as something that every writer has to do to reach a level where they are fooled into believing that what they write is decent. Today, I feel an urge to write. It’s quite a new experience given my love-hate relationship…
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[73] Head Full of Rain
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Let me be around your loneliness to do away with a bit of mine The rules of happiness I seem to break Can you tell me the way to despair? Being with you earns me nothing but illusion A mighty empire on a fickle ground Of which you’re the empress, the queen, the shining light…
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[72] The Woman You Knew
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Her existence demands a myth that writes itself. Her gaze, an invention of beauty in the eyes of who can view A haze that shies away when she arrives I lie to myself an unfamiliar dream But she’s not a dream but its shadow An eerie mirage of blues mixed with wines I can’t pronounce She…
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[71] The Dinosaur Poem.
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Fear of the unknown unsettles the clarity I was happily settled in The unsettling turns into a grim excitement as ego burns the fear away into a galaxy unknown. I embark. They appear, towering 20 feet above the trees Resilient, sturdy legs and a roar that deafens even silence In hope for an unknown galaxy,…
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[70] A Guide For Forgetting Happiness.
To let monotony tire my heart I wake up. Instead, my existence is tired. A search for meaning compels me to pick up worry, confusion, frustration on the way. At last, the meaning arrives in the form of a lie My grey drizzly day ends with the quiet of my mind It’s funny how sleeping…
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[67] Fullness of a void
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She lies beside me in a wakeful slumber Gulping down the dose of not speaking secrets she hides To watch her eyes, I am reminded of the colours of the space The lesson they provide: to not go beyond what you’ve been given The reason why she tells me not to look in her eyes.…
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[66] Writing Exercise: “In A Regretful Room”
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Where am I? An 8×10 square room with a feeling of no air. White walls with dirt marks caused by the edge of my dirty feet mirroring an eeriness inside my mind. The bright white light blinds me for a millisecond and then I see again. A table of inferior quality stands on its four…
Smoke words every day. 