Tag: poem
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[289] Present as Past
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As time goes on Your spoken sentences break and find haven in my mind as singular words Your whole body language turns to quirks as i become a blank canvas in the presence of you When i’m not beside you i spot stars like you did I count them all like you did I call…
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[281] New Ending/Beginning
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I wrote small words before I met her Now I find myself writing them in the grandest of strokes She salvages all my crumpled paper mistakes and glues them back together to reveal an exhibition of my improvement She made me understand that silences don’t necessarily need distraction but sometimes it just needs listening She…
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[251] An Old Night
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Confessing numbness Caressing depression I’ve forgot to look in the right places Forgotten dreams of a mighty dynasty I live in abeyance Like a lonely sun No visible illness so you deny my right to feel I deny my right to bleed I lie down in hopes I’ll rise again A sharp thought flows through…
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[250] Changing Life, One Haircut At A Time
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Mountains with bad haircuts tower above the shiny eyes of the city Shy, they hide themselves under the white blanket of clouds The cities pull the blanket off only forcing the mountain to push the clouds to rain in anger over the city This push and pull becomes old The mountain wear white wigs now…
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[249] A New Day
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Today the world woke up looking a little forgetful The sun didn’t feel as vengeful The newspapers had empty pages The air didn’t suffocate living Was it because we all remembered our dreams today?
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[242] The Generation of Change
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We are a blank slate generation with electric appetite for honesty Self conscious insecurity Extroverted brutality We come with no baggage of history only a disconnect with reality Imagination is stretched afar We wish we were born in a different age To breathe life into our sweet nothings We wish you were born in a…
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[239] A New Path
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I sit on my desk and interrogate life I demand answers for questions not asked I expect the truth but I don’t know its form Blinded by my own self I cry without feeling I scream without weeping and I die without living By standing on the shoulders of all the giants before me my…
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[236] Tragedy of a Digital Life (NaPoWriMo 4/30)
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Digital sun is burning us away It’s holding our best selves in prison lost heartfelt letters, of all our memories images get distracted in this age of information December helps us from drowning from all our fears away from the digital sun Catching the graveyard of stars on top of a frozen lake until it’s…
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[234] Resting My Case
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Sounds of madness Crawl away inside my veins I try to put it out like it’s fire It reignites back in sparks of the bloom of my underlying despair Words that caressed me to sleep now jolt me out of it They grip me by my shirt and pull me into the dark again where…
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[231] Every Breathe You Take
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what if we could sell dreams in chunks and give away nightmares for free what if we could steal ambition for once and ebb away this gnawing wastefulness that eats us away with every breath we don’t tasteevery breath that we need to choke death away
Smoke words every day. 