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[110] Forgetful Dance
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bit by bit my skin wears off To see your true colours has been harrowing for my bones they demand a sight coupled with denial My body resists its shedding as your words slice it again & again bit by bit melting away like the resolve i had for you when you met me besides the…
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[109] Reflection Of Each Other
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Thinking of unfulfilled dreams and hopeless hopes I turn my attention outwards to the expressionless faces that repress characters in favour of an impression they want to have on me oblivious to each other’s truthful thoughts as we nod to the fabrication of our souls scared of a misunderstanding and an acceptance of a lie…
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[108] The Nostalgia Man
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He always spoke and moved in the past tense as if living life backwards All he wanted was a time-machine forgetting that the past would become the present and the present is not sweet like nostalgia but bitter than before it’s a realisation that your problems exist and that the gone will remain gone now He…
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[107] Persona Of A Writer
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All of our thoughts, ideas, ideologies and viewpoints are not real or at least, not our own. All of these are things that sound admirable/respectable. These are things that we steal from films, books and other personalities to form our own. Just because we think we understand these ideas and have no logical argument against…
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[106] Fadeaway/Memory
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A slow cry as I struggle with your memory To capture it in something tangible an opposition against fading A cry against inevitability I lie in the dark room in the valley The trees they deceive the sunshine from reaching out to my impending doom The bleakness of it all surrounds your essence in me…
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[105] A Mini-Reflection On The Journey
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It’s been more than 10 days since I’ve written something. This was sort of a test to check my resolve for writing. How serious am I about it? I wanted to check will I miss writing. I did. Every night there was a want to write. The red book lay catching dust waiting for me…
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[104] A Story With No Ending
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The anguish your lips make me feel defeat the constant melancholy I feel For they don’t touch my lips nor do they open for my ears They stay put Opening only to close breathing only to swallow words back while my mind conjures what you didn’t say and twisting what you didn’t mean Alas, I am…
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[104] A Story With No Ending
The anguish your lips make me feel defeat the constant melancholy I feel For they don’t touch my lips nor they open for my ears They stay put Opening only to close breathing only to swallow words back while my mind conjures what you didn’t say and twisting what you didn’t mean Alas, I am a…
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[103] The Myth of Doom
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Walking the thin line between inactivity and pain a devil’s workshop An atmosphere of echoes surrounds with the gentle brush of memories making me reflective but not blue The silent and the omnipresent distraction makes way for a remembrance of a feeling or my memory of that feeling that no longer resides in truth but…
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[102] The Tragedy of a Muse
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I am the shadow of your gloomy nights A nobody, a reflection of the dark Just to hear your silent contemplation of where you are & where you wanted to be Just to watch you deny death as you almost throw the pen away from your mess of a mind You try to hear a sobbing…
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