Tag: poem
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[91] Where are we?
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where are we again? no longer slowing down warping our sense of time passing by without us looking without us checking if its all worthwhile
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[87] Sense of Time
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She’s got a past that betrays future A mind so meticulous and a will so strong it turns waves back that form in my mind A walk so slow that you can’t help but notice that she limps a little, a battle scar She’s unlike anything any imitating her is almost a blasphemy but the…
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[85] Dying One Day At A Time
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to run away into the foggy future because the present is self-aware and reminds you of all that you aren’t of all that you couldn’t be. every day you walk into the fog with a fresh mind. the fog mistifies your lack of knowing your way and comforts you in the confused steps you take…
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[84] Holding Out Your Hand
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A monochromatic answer to my neon glow query A laugh that distils rebuke to my naive little worry Nothing really happened according to you while I was battling with gigantic spacecrafts filled with aliens from the galaxy of assumptions and suddenly The surroundings turned orange I walked passively beyond your magnetic repulsion and found myself…
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[82] Ghostly Silence.
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Our love like unicorn tears only in my dreams it is realised You hold a book that yawns intelligence just so there is no scope for me to interpret your silence The spirit of your strange journey towards me compels me to hide from your shadows The strangeness of complexity in your simplest words leaves…
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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…
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[80] Vagabond Words
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The vagabond words reach me They will reach you soon till there is a story for me to tell I won’t let them desert me but they will reach you soon, I think Till my head can make sense of my fingers tapping Till I cease like the sun and the fallen night forgives its…
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[79] Aimless Revolution of a Heartbreak
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surviving through bare necessities through your hum, through your wrath through your whistling breaths, through your ignorance overthinking. it takes a little time to realise that what i think is small like the letters i wrote to you that lie crumpled in a dustbin full of used items the resistance talks about the possibility of…
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[76] The Wrong Decision.
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Heavy eyelids betray control of emotions unaccounted for. I say words that mean nothing because I speak and not write. Sounds vibrate my eardrums when she whispers loudly the three words I longed for. The longing is no longer there, though The words cut me like anxiety in disguise A modern world apocalypse it seems like to…
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[75] A Summary Of A Poetic Life.
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Sometimes you forget that reality breathes. You ask yourself if this spectacle in front of you is a painting or a dream? The scenery is beyond an impressionistic work of art. Like an echo of a time that you can almost touch, the reality fades into a daydream where sounds cease to exist and imagination…
Smoke words every day. 