Tag: happy
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[116] The Spiral of Ignorance
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every time you leave i wish it is a sunset and i wait laying and lying hoping you will return as a sunrise harsh in your remembrance but sweet in your memories you tell me a story that meanders through my mind as i look at you curling your hair with your fingers in a…
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[112] Tiny Blue Dot
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The duality of it all conflicts when the astronaut walks on the ground the oxygen in his tanks leaks to light him up the bleak space up above fainter he closes his eyes until it closes his mind a stargaze up above lands itself on the ground the astronaut twinkles to the ones far away…
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[111] The Nation’s Mystery
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Part of my culture conflicts with my nature a deception of my mind I don’t let it resist a conscious of a nation so I fall back and fall apart to hide from the desire of standing out Then they say Nobody wants to know your mystery Mystery man You’re self-conscious about your own mystery Mystery…
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[110] Forgetful Dance
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bit by bit my skin wears off To see your true colours has been harrowing for my bones they demand a sight coupled with denial My body resists its shedding as your words slice it again & again bit by bit melting away like the resolve i had for you when you met me besides the…
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[106] Fadeaway/Memory
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A slow cry as I struggle with your memory To capture it in something tangible an opposition against fading A cry against inevitability I lie in the dark room in the valley The trees they deceive the sunshine from reaching out to my impending doom The bleakness of it all surrounds your essence in me…
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[105] A Mini-Reflection On The Journey
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It’s been more than 10 days since I’ve written something. This was sort of a test to check my resolve for writing. How serious am I about it? I wanted to check will I miss writing. I did. Every night there was a want to write. The red book lay catching dust waiting for me…
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[101] Last Disguise
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To not exist only in the eyes of others but only in my own as a manifestation of confidence unlike what the world wants of me A bundle of chaos that tries to undo himself for the amusement of others All I was, All I will, All I am is a lasting invisible radiance of…
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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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[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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[81] Tenderly She Watches Me Burn
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so tenderly i burn you watch me on the television a spectacle for you detached because the fire can’t harm you but i showed you this trick before when you were busy getting mesmerised by others later you realised what it meant when it was too late to collect the ashes you wish i were…
Smoke words every day. 