Tag: story
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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
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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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[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…
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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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[132] Out Of Your Zone
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sorrows of your plight hit on the periphery of my vision I hope someday they’ll jolt me out of my being connect me to your zone and closer to what you feel you stand beside the pond fearful of the cold water strength evades you like the impermanence of a wave you drown in your inability…
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[130] Memories of Future/Past
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Nod at my shortcomings and welcome me to your space I know it rains there often I know there’s little room to move But I am ready to live there if you are ready to live at all In the forest of your insecurities that hides the ray of hope Even though it rarely appears…
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[129] Mind As Summer
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My mind is summer now. Languid in its breathing of thoughts and idle in its progression of time. There is a blinding of the heat that is not surprising as it numbs the mind. Time & again it finds a shade of hope only to realise that it was an illusion of my own scorching…
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[128] The Constant Struggle
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a mere appearance of wisdom a mind full of questions a laugh full of deceit what will I really be? Imperfect memories make me Unformed thoughts are my pillars When change is the only constant what will I really be? What I am is not what I was What I will really be is not…