Tag: blogging
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[96] The Weight of The Universe
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The universe curled around her neck Sometimes it tightened Sometimes it expanded Her reaction for both though Was from a dark philosophy that always left her gasping She stepped on the streets to find them all staring Trying to touch the wind that drove all around her Never realising that to her It was a…
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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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[94] Your Slow Decay
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You fill me up with starbursts of your disquiet as what you are, lives around the dark it has a history of you trying to search for a comfort of a home, aimlessly It survives behind the shadows of all the misunderstood ones It lingers at the border of my understanding only to gently betray…
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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…
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[92] The Man Who Knew Nothing
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The pressure that consistently thinking about something provides, drains us. It is a type of sickness that never leaves the over-thinker. To relieve ourselves of that pressure, we look for a solution, which is to think nothing. Your solution gives you another problem. To think nothing, you think of thinking nothing. But you didn’t brace…
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[91] Where are we?
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where are we again? no longer slowing down warping our sense of time passing by without us looking without us checking if its all worthwhile
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[90] A Writer of Sunset or Rain?
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A question comes back like an untimely rain. To be a writer that writes in this gloomy rain or the one that writes during a sunsets melancholy? The silence of a sunset, the vibrancy of its reflection sets you into a mood of sweet melancholy. A simmering disquiet. Even though the sun sets rather quickly,…
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[89] The Morning
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Mornings that slow down time, by letting in a light sunlight, are the best mornings. The sweet coolness while you lay enveloped in your blanket struggling to wake. The sudden rush of the light sunlight turning into a harsh one is the call for an end to the slow morning. Until that harshness hits your…
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[88] Curiosity Killed The Cat.
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so lost in knowing who I am that I never discovered who I could be could I be a sorted mess? could I be a simple obscurity? The potential is wasted on what there is A mess and an obscurity. The simple sorting of which lies in the future The silent cry of which lies…
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[87] Sense of Time
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She’s got a past that betrays future A mind so meticulous and a will so strong it turns waves back that form in my mind A walk so slow that you can’t help but notice that she limps a little, a battle scar She’s unlike anything any imitating her is almost a blasphemy but the…
Smoke words every day. 