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[117] The Battle Of The Idle Mind
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An idle mind sits alone stoic as its nature it sits wandering with no aim A preface to the devil’s workshop It seduces the soul inside The mind meditates on its decision but considers all the outcomes They range from despair to joy to suffering In order to avoid suffering ignorance comes to the rescue…
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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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[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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[101] Last Disguise
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To not exist only in the eyes of others but only in my own as a manifestation of confidence unlike what the world wants of me A bundle of chaos that tries to undo himself for the amusement of others All I was, All I will, All I am is a lasting invisible radiance of…
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[99] The Melancholy Night 1 – Chasing Sleep
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It’s 4:30 AM I cannot sleep. I’m in the grips of insomnia. Thoughts are fleeting and I no longer have the energy to make them stop. It’s no longer the individual thoughts that hurt me, its the collective pace of them all that makes them unrecognizable. Only the feeling remains, the facts are aloof. I…
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[95] Reading: A Clash of Two Minds
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“All of me was lost in you” – The Writer & The Reader to each other. It all starts with a withdrawal of our environment, the forgetting of yourself to get immersed in a world created by another. Instead of the rules of the world, here, rules of the writer riddled in sentences, words and…
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[93] Radio That Whispers
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A broken frequency where you hear my thoughts unknowingly A radio that whispers So you listen closely only to this. These words I say they mean nothing until they reach where you stay until you choose to discard or let them be, just mere words that stray or welcome them into your mind to let…
Smoke words every day. 