Tag: story
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[172] The Castle Crumbles
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Remembrance longing and forgetting Mindless noise of the tv filling up silences A castle weathering heavy rain It’s a kingdom on the verge of decay Red carpet with dark red stains My thoughts reaching out for nothing I held the wine but the wine couldn’t hold me together and the stars couldn’t shine through the…
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[170] The Last Memory
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Our memory feels like the shadow that we can never touch again like the rain that will eventually evaporate But at least we’ve got our imagination to watch one another when we’re not around An ambulance wails and everyone’s attention turn towards that voice of death Eventuality dawns on the lovers at the beach as…
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[167] Fond Farewell
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Your last words stung me like a memory waiting to be formed and then hide itself only to knock me down when I’m at the top The days go by without any inspiration Empty pages filled with anger and hurt and isolation Until you arrive in the form of a muse waiting to get twisted…
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[166] A Strange Look
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The look of strangers is the look of fear being transferred from them to me from me to them It’s the battle of the eyes to test each other’s supremacy in a whisker of a moment and then you forget Paranoia looks upon your shoulder Your mind turns to glimpse on the periphery The evil…
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[163] Ignorance Kills
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On the way to destroy my demons. I carry answers to my failures in the form of memories of my success A past joy of winning weighed down by the uncertainty of the present times I live tedium in a loop pushing expectations far away walking in a green meadow underneath a cloudy storm The…
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[162] Blurred Times
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Revive who I was [an anomaly] when I first met you Try it one more time [persistence] Let me crumble before you It’s a wonderful sight Searching for a hand or grabbing for breath capturing it inside for times like this [delusional] when you take it all away or for times like those when you…
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[162] Blurred Times
Revive who I was [an anomaly] when I first met you Try it one more time [persistence] Let me crumble before you It’s a wonderful sight Searching for a hand or grabbing for breath capturing it inside for times like this [delusional] when you take it all away or for times like those when you…
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[160] Taken/Taking For Granted
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I fail to shrug off the fragrance of your rosy breath that curls itself like a wrinkle growing into my age Can I keep it even when you’re gone? like the sounds of your turning in the bed They drown out the winds of harshness that time carries with it as we decay into white noise…
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[159] The Return of The Symphony
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To let the music write a story in your mind is an experience like no other. The language of music ranges from producing emotions such as anger, love, hopelessness and sometimes all of these in one go. My mind was writing a story tuned to Mozart’s Piano Sonata No.16 Andante. A story of a slow…
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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…
Smoke words every day. 