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[52] Maximising Misery
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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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[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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[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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[38] #NaPoWriMo [9/30] {Awaken My love}
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The prompt for today was to write a nine-line poem. I choose to write on the conflicting battle to be in dreams and to face reality. —— His majesty in a slumber of dreams All he does here is swing like a child only to fall into an earthquake of defeat Reality it seems is…
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[36] #NaPoWriMo (7/30) [ A Bucket List of Dust ]
A list of imagination, impossibilities, reverence I had made Until dust had consumed it under my bed turning my conscience a far gone mirage Until my tired eyes tried to make sense of it still My weighty eyes drag on them, my spines they chill A list that screamed positivity, I chanced upon The first; achieve…
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[35] #NaPoWriMo (6/30) [ Smart Phone ]
I I feel caged in the morning The first impulse I feel is a notification I grab my phone II I feel smarter today The first thought, I will write on my notes I grab my phone III My grey matter stopped its chitter chatter The battery’s dead, it needs a leash I grab my…
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[34] Duality Personality
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My consciousness reaches its sleepiness attention at the banality of my clients. I’ve always tried to keep the sessions of the two patients with similar conditions distant so as to not let the monotony of it pierce through my attention for them both. But it could not be helped today. The two schizophrenic patients, the…
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[33] Concrete Jungle Never Leaves You
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Nature has a way of connecting us with our inner selves. The idea of being away from the concrete jungle of cities is immediately followed up by unwinding, loosening up, connecting with our real self. Introspection comes naturally unlike in high rises where tall skyscrapers pose as an inferior substitute for tall trees. The city…
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[32] Birds of Freedom
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Attention! Stay Strong! Humans Don’t Cry! These words were inscribed on a wall under which I watch a human like me, traumatised, unlike me. The ground is neat and clean, we humans have done a massive job at cleaning our surroundings to mirror our inner thinking, clean as a whistle. Up in the air were…
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[31] A Strange Carnival
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Desks are still here. Chairs are not. Computers are still here. Humans are not. Well some of us are still here. We are trying to teach the A.I. everything we know about the job collated from the gargantuan experience we have had in the industry only to apply that experience in creating a machine that…
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[30] What Have We Done To Each Other..
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Left alone screaming hold me, hold me These voices whisper secrets I ignore Crawling to whatever’s little left of you, just be Just be what you were A mere night is a nightmare now As I lie in darkness now What is night? Vast serenity, mystery of infinite space? For me, it is the horror…