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THE GREAT POET
grips his pen too tight it breaks he slams his fists the ground shakes he stomps the earth splits he falls no surface he hits — read more
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Guiding hands
Should I write whatever I wantOr should I let others guide my hand?There are a lot of hands holding mine.Some are gentle, some forcefulThe words that pour out are the storyA story I believed would be minebut these hands believe it’s theirs to ownTo own, to shape and to define by their willTo deny them — read more
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Amusement
I stood up, walked through the doorLooked in your eyes, did you want more?The night is spent, it’s almost fourThe clothes you wore, lie on the floor Did you play the cards right?Had enough in just one night?Loving each other’s sightIn a room with no light Love is, just a spark in the eyesTo be — read more
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A little, a lot
No pimple, no dimple, someone simple,A bit aloof, a bit sentimental,A bit of crisis existential,A bit funny, little gentle,A bit charming, disarming,All I want is a bit of such and such, and a little bit too much. A little rash, a little brash, some heart and a little bit of cash,catching air, a little bit — read more
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Warm Days
Flat green plains, no hills to die onNo one to argue, no shoulder to cry onA fresh breath of air can’t clean my lungWeak hands, weak knees, weak mind have my heart strungI run till my sweat overruns my tearsMy exhausted fall causes no alarms and no cheersEyes close as my face hits the groundThump — read more
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Longing
Silence, light, dark, boom!Sitting in an empty room.Haven’t felt a fresh breeze on my face in a long while. Do you know how to kill the concrete?The greener pastures, picturesque.How can I reserve some pixels for myself? Call it a picnic, bring my friends.I need a walk, the world moves fast.The map I hold glows — read more
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A happy feeling.
In these moments of silence, my heart races on, thinks of your sweetness and melts to puddle. I close my eyes and picture yours, staring into mine. Your lips curl and so do mine. My eyes open but my lips stay the same. I’ve never felt this good, for so long. I am not missing — read more
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Failure
When practicality deems life an insignificant concept, is there any choice but to treat your own life as insignificant? The counter-argument is that life has so much to offer, whereas the alternative only offers a finality. Life may offer you something that you unarguably prefer over not existing at all. What do you choose? I — read more
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Center of Attention
You should keep your affairs correct. You are a teacher, after all. How will you shape these young minds? You say your geography is good, but these students are more interested in your biology, They want practicals. They look at you strut around in these cute dresses which they uncover with their eyes. You say — read more
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