Tag: Poems
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[157] Information Overload
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My attention wavers when I hold you You give me excitement in the form of acceptance I give you my attention as a form of currency Then I crib about how little of it is left in me to concentrate on this other life where it feels difficult to get into the zone to really…
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[152] The Purpose of Everything and Nothing
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An original thought is an accident and an invention is inspired After all, we live in another man’s idea of a mind The creation by you is laborious like making a sculpture from a stone It’s not the movie version of progress where it seems entertaining in a montage It’s a slow burning sensation of routine…
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[150] A Strange Look of Knowing
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I let strangers remain strangers Our conversation limited only by our eyes For a second they hold the future but only to break away as we see somewhere else How many potential losses sacrificed How many potential lovers avoided How many stories remained uncovered How many conversations silenced We return to our groups Some bored…
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[147] Falling Stars
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Yesterday feels like tomorrow when you’re stuck in a routine Sleeping feels like waking and dreaming feels like living Your life is muddled up in a series of activities meant to soothe you into a slumber of having no sensations finally They say love helps you find your home or the idea of it because you still…
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[142] The Aftermath
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All you are now is a tremor in my memory Like the coming of an earthquake but to me just an illusion of the mind All you’ve become now is just a scar on my skin Like an invisible tenant of my body but the one that makes its presence felt once in a while…
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[141] Echoes of Silence
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You left your memories To echo in this empty room Each corner of which hides the fragrance of your lilac breath The walls capture your heels when I held you by the waist It feels as if this is a riverbed of my insecurities This empty room It’s a result of avoidance of my pain…
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[139] The Last Word
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It was one of those conversations where the word “love” was mentioned 31 times where it felt for the first time that with all this distance between us space can feel suffocating too It was one of those conversations where the word “bye” was mentioned 55 times and yet we talked regardless letting every sound…
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[137] An Ode to Stupidity
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The weight of my intelligence weighs on my stupidity and I carry it like an exercise in style but waiting for you to tell me that sometimes intelligence is negligent and some rawness of our mind is elegant where nothing comes out of a filtered brain and all you care is to get that weight…
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[136] Exagerrated Truth
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To substitute for life I create art and in its wilful expression I find myself sometimes lurking in the corners of nowhere lost and fearful of what lays ahead but still holding on to what good lies behind Entangled in the mood of Tokyo I create haphazard memories of tomorrow Neon lights droop over my melancholy…
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[135] #NaPoWriMo [1/30] {Book of Shame}
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Buying words only not to read because the will to write them sometimes surpasses the stream of thought needed to hold a book and just be Even though I don’t read enough I still buy them to keep them in my cupboard like the secrets I horde that I’m guilty of having like the secret…
Smoke words every day. 