Tag: life
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[47] Eraserhead Movie Review | David Lynch
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The dark world of “Eraserhead” is morbid, depressing and lonely. Even the lights in the room don’t have the power to illuminate the whole room, they are directed upwards. The usage of light is to focus, to focus only on the depressive world the characters live in because the characters don’t deserve light. The black…
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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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[42] Water Kills You
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The story is inspired by the Writing Prompt – “100% of people who drink water will die” sounds like a dumb statistic, but you are 900 years old and very thirsty. Enjoy! ——— “Dude you’ve got to meet this guy. He looks so… different but speaks so wise. Have you seen “The Man from Earth” where…
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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…
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[40] #NaPoWriMo [12/30] { Madness Bewitches Me }
The consumption of her crumbling madness amuses me, till the sighting of a shooting star calms my roaring laughter. She shifts. My world revolves on an axis that does not coincide with her atlas or her madness made of moulds of myopia She speaks in three, a plan to include thee Repentance mixed with madness or despondency A…
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[39] #NaPoWriMo [10/30] {You Are Made of Smoke}
…in between her gaze and her stare I fell in love Just inside her lovely mind I fell in love A galaxy in her mind that expands, though To my every mistake she fumes, though Her frightened face became her freckled face Her freckled face became her frightened face To distinguish between her gaze and…
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[38] #NaPoWriMo [9/30] {Awaken My love}
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…
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[37] #NaPoWriMo (8/30) [To Be Noticed by Her]
She pinned me down like post-its on her wall A reminder of a task so important after all But to see what’s in front of you is a constant struggle So I stay invisible, almost like the nose between her eyes Her eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes They speak of a time when suns collide…
Smoke words every day. 