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For the Wasted Years
The attic crawls with memoriesShadows of who we wereStill scratching forgotten fears in theSplintered woodOf our names Was it a rite of passage to embox portionsOf ourselves?Stacking unlived moments in cardboard isolation,Just to brush away the thick dust of dreaming ghostsAnd cough through nostalgia and regretYears later? I’m still writing the same poemsOf teenage discovery Continue reading
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Reflections and Future Plans
I wonder if anyone remembers me. I don’t think I’ve been missed, but I do miss posting poetry and short stories on this platform. A lot has happened in the time since my last post. I have moved back to my home country and re-adjusting to my family life has been mentally and emotionally taxing. Continue reading
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Self Destruction
Porcelain fragility —Her reflection showsDull scratches and fresh scarsCarved from the rusted tipOf a poisoned tongueSheathed within bitter lipsThat spent too longMimicking the languageOf restless inner demons;Without intentionVitriol drips,A blackened filth Between breathsOf heart’s speechDigging chasmsWithin the rotting ivoryOf what was once wholeBut the sweetLorem IpsumOf a peace and hopeNo longer understoodTraipses the barren depthsDesperate Continue reading
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Midnight Thoughts
When the ease of expression wanders a dim fringe, unknown by any familiar nostalgia That would have made the silence Comfortably stitched in midnight silk; It becomes lost Calling out To what it perceives To be nothing Anxious echoes ebbing Towards untouched recesses Where every fetal and curious thing Longs to be found; Nurtured by Continue reading
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Being Human
Like an entity drifting Between ballads Of life and rebirth To the stoic rhyme Edging lines of the reaper’s Grim soliloquy; Toeing margins of Light and darkness Feeling the weightless Nature of hope That, by some miracle, Soothes the intangible fractures Left by despair— To be Uncorrupted by the thorned tongue With which misery Opines Continue reading
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Introspection
With curtains drawn, Long after The last light of dusk Has faded With the quiet undress Of deep amber silks, She stands within A fluorescent pool of light Stripping back The folds of her skin So they hang from the bones Like open clothes Exposing Every intimate detail Where she counts New bruises While tracing Continue reading
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Coming Undone
The soul whispers Scarlet mysteriesIn sublime melodiesUnheardAbove the neurotic palpitationsThat deep, measured breathsCan’t pacify;Optimism rusts within the grayOf a lone shadowLeft too long on its ownWhile precious dreams splinterBeneath plucked lashesCollected in the dinWhere chaos and pain screamWith the same voiceAnd all the known thingsThat were once tangibleUnravelWith the threadsOf a heartComing undone Continue reading
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Wrapped in Cursive
Blunted edges and blotched linesInked sinews and paper-thin fibersSlippery threads of skin;Obsidian-soft and raw–The composition of thoughtsAnd their infrangible pulseCarved upon the faceless white,Where understanding may be foundWithin forbearing flutters,Always seem clumsy and without purposeAt first;Like formless ideationsWrithing out of nothingnessFeebly graspingToward a sense of cohesionWrapped in cursive streamsThat begin and endAgain and again–Not in Continue reading
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Goodbye Sakura
The cherry blossoms Have come and gone; Houdini-quick, In their ephemeral pantomime Of life’s primordial beauty And bittersweet endings Continue reading
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