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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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To Suffer in Silence
Concealed hurtsTucked beneath pressed sleevesOf an unwrinkled composure;Gossamer shawl brushing numbed pitsOf countless scars,Tallying how long it tookTo contain her anger –Four scratches deepScar tissueClotting emotionsFrom bleeding to the surface;Unwilling to exposeThe violence gutting her thoughtsBecause it’s not healthy to feel such rage,To want to crush the bones of those who’d hurt herSo it’s better 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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Resonance from the Deep
Colors of the deep and unknownConverge in resonant streamsAt the centerOf a far-reaching gorgePrecipitating a rushOf mindless curiosity:What would be at the endWaiting on the other sideOf oblivion?Would it be a mysterious sageEmblematic of a harnessedWisdomLost in a timeless loopGone mad from solitudeBroken down to its lonelier partsIn a weary isolation?Or would it be a Continue reading
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Quiet Remorse
Painted red ribbons Unravel from the clumsy ties That had once made, Cohesive and tangible, Insomniac visions and ideations Spun from moon’s silk Threaded with starlight; Expectations borne Of its clarity Stitched within the ratted wool Of a rag doll heart That could no longer contain The swollen weight Of hopes embittered and frayed That Continue reading
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Drabble – Lost Nirvana
Cigarette smoke fringes Will’s breath. Disperses bony fingers, clutching the tail end of a passing breeze. The air is still muggy from the rain. Traffic is at a standstill. And it’s as if the world’s orbit grinds to a deafening halt. And Will can feel the visceral ebb and flow of being alive. It’s strangely 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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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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