Tag: blogging
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[55] A New Legend
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I drag my misery with me To the light clouds shaped mountains Hoping they’ll lift the weight Put me at halt, a work against gravity Offer a refuge to my restlessness A home to my anxiety And give me a pass to leave them there And tell me not to be a snowball Collecting panic…
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[53] God’s Lonely Man
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I don’t think anyone cares I think I am the problem I think I think too much I am accepting this pain Acceptance has been the only thing has given me some respite From the constant thundering of my heart and my brain to quiet Acceptance of the things I can’t control That includes people’s reactions…
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[52] Maximising Misery
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…
Smoke words every day. 