Tag: Creative Writing
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[462] The Statue of Imperfection
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Inability to recall our daydreamsThe chameleon meaning bends throughMaterialisms and all its ismsCompositions of genius standardshaped inside a chaotic quiet mindFlow state and the quest for masteryNumerous unread books to signalintelligence that could have beenCorruption of concentration through ambitionLofty premises of avoiding routineBoredom loses to one eureka moment Lost potential of finding a unique voice…
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[461] How To Avoid Unhappiness
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The great expanse stuck in a lacklustre loopSomebody’s vision begins to blurfor they are forgetting their youthThe amiable ones shed advicewhen they can’t face their own voiceThe city folks find it easier to lie under their own doing of a starless skyThe apparent distant path to truth needs only a look insidePulsing life struck down…
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[460] The Eternal Waiting
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I walked while I waited for words to stop failing My state of mind was statelessWaking up in liminal spacesThere seemed to be an answerthat didn’t speak my languagein a storm that uproots blue to reflect fiery passionUndone by shapeless sensationsVehemently without fervour But my internal life is boundless andit thinks of you whenever I’m…
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[458] The Spectacle of My Supernova
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Absent poemsin the negative space of my lifeClouds begin to huddle in the space left behindThey emit the sound before the rainFear and gloom surrounds the heartWithout you my past poems have turned into a statue that people admire but only from afarTears rile upour vivid times Not even springcan bloom underthis blue less sky…
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[457] About Fragility
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Feathers inflame my woundsIn an exile of interstellar doomI carry my existentialism in a broken carriage that levitates only at the mention of your nameMoments of weakness have rained on my equipoise presentAll the past is fleeting in the reflection of our future Not even divine intervention can soothe this infinite loop of pain Sedatives…
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[456] Why I Persevere
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I’m hollow as a hologramWhen my thoughts become wordsthey die a thousand deaths All my resolve crumbles when I break my empty promisesThe night comes as a seasonto change the course of my riverThe wind speaks in whispers and offers another chance at redemptionAll my epiphanies die when I sleepThey are lived in my dreamsWaking…
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[261] How To Begin Again
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You forget the process when you stay away from it long enough. The process of beginning again rusts to form resistance and you feel lost while trying to find the spark to discover fire again. There is the idea and then there is a journey you go through to reach that idea or let that…
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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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[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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[41] #NaPoWriMo [15/30] { Oh My God They Did It! }
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A senseless grapevine curls down our neck in between whispers we stand, a hundred of them faceless, they surround with twisted versions of a misheard story a misheard name a conniving mind a shadow of a dame I stand with her, clueless, we are They build memories that we are not aware of We meet for…
Smoke words every day. 