Tag: Creative Writing
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[511] Enchantment Breaks
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Hide inside my mindto not perish outsideFugitives of the ethereal worldContaminate the sky I hurry into your embraceand find a faraway homeNot much to satisfyWe communicate in the nightDecorate your insecuritybury it underneath Assurances turn to dustwhen your lips drip venomIt’s never good enoughwhen your will is setYou make me leave your embraceas we attend…
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[510] Nevermore is Forevermore
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A walk with the head downConfidence fading with each footstepWords talk about memorial hurtThe hurt pulls down another soul to hurtThe atmosphere and the ambience of a noveland the will to live inside it, outsideOutside, all intentions lose their battleCalmness comes across as passivityLove comes across as narcissismQuestionable care loses its wayon the way to…
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[509] Solving The Puzzle
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Puzzles of a storychurning in my soulThe medium stays runningWhere do I find the source?Painful to live in the pastSo the future is where I resideThe makings of a storyrustier every nightSunbeams on my eyesI wake up to tonightA blank slate of calm for a whileThen the while simply diesTroubles of the heart take time…
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[508] Puzzles of the Mind
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An eternity without words or lives without eternitysentences without meaningno centre within or withoutIn shadows, haunting of the pastIn light, shimmering of the futureI find myself in extremesof inability to understand or being able to understand it allPeople move on but I stayTimes change but I am the sameThe expression has quietened The words have…
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[507] Awaken My Love!
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Momentary joys can’t fix meMythological wars have done me wrongLiving in moments of infinityLosing sight of all my loved onesSuffocating slipstreams of feelingsA sigh as an answer to all your regretsI find my soul lingering and writhingin an eternal naive design of my own doomFasten your seatbelts for my wordsare a bridge to the land…
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[506] The Eternal Question(s)
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I lived in a vacuum without wordsa life without soul, a spiritual torture of sortsAn imaginary world without imaginationA physical whirlwind of confirming and conformingIt was an exile from my inner worlda detour to enhance the drive but I found nothing of value just a waning death dying This time the dark didn’t have controlneither…
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[505] Running Out of Time
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The time collector is hereto judge your internal livesand your meditations about love and its mysteries to keepthe jaded modern spirit aliveThe mountains echo withyour regrets, your facemelts as a volcanic spillageYou want to fall out of timebut the time collector is hereFragmented self and a lifefull of paradigm shifts The internal image of youis…
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[504] Where Art Thou, Muse?
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my muse, in exilebroken, without you hereIdealess, I lay in wakemy shadows, they fade awaymy muse, in exilecan I live, for another dayrekindle my passion, over pretensionsymbolic dreaming, over monochrome livingmy muse now sits with mean ocean of words floats upstreamI have no use of anxiety whenmy muse, she sits with me —- Art by…
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[503] We Are Who We Are
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A network of riversflowing into an oceanicblack hole information overloadThe tip of the iceberg is the opticsof trying to save the planetbut really destroying it because ofgreed, short sightedness andjust being human
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[502] The End of A Recurring End
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The world of me is still being bornStillborn ideas and a guilty bondMy tragedy is visible only to those whocome alive in thethe absenceof chaos while its cunning childrenwreck havoc in me with a smileI never live an ideal dayyet its hope kills me every dayI always wind up waiting for hereven if her wings…
Smoke words every day. 