Category: Melancholy
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Celestial update
Dear Mom I thought that I should write to you to give you an update about myself. Ive grown, I feel the burden of life settling on me. I never knew how much worry and weight you held off my back until you left. You did all that with your wisdom and love. I still…
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Christmasless
Dear MOM, If ink was the blood you needed to live, i would have written the poem of infinity. If thoughts would bring back the smell f your cheeks, i would have rethought this entire existence a million times over. If prayers would bring back a sight of your glossy smooth skin, i would have…
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I waited for you
May-18-2017 – 6:05am In bed, head deep into a dream of inverse reality. I waited for your smooth sway in the house makes up my oxygen to stay alive. I waited for your soft voice that song the eternal remedy for my life despair. I waited for your soft touch to tap my shoulder and…
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Rain and Her
The bell rings, the light drizzle of rain slowly massages your cheeks while cleaning your pure guilt from tormented passions. You walk fast as the rain gets heavier and the bell is about to finish its cycle, and there it is, one beautiful piece of existence, sitting on the side of a curb staring at…
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The Grin
Let swim the grin, across your chin, and the one thousand sins, you wish you can tint, behind your words and your hints, quickly become a weapon, a flint, you stab your chest with then sprint, at the splinted weak heart to leave your footprint, but there is no space for another trace, so you…
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Homesickness- It keeps on coming back
Each time i’m alone, soul tired and mind intoxicated by the prolonged dreams of progress, it hits me, like a withdraw from a bad addiction or a strong headache after a bottle of cheap scotch. Shame on a country that separates parents and siblings, friends and memories, loved ones and chirpy feelings of soul surrender…
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Trickle down the boredom stream
Plotted against myself i find it difficult to gather the inner crush i had of the person who touched and changed my nucleus. The despair of a fear, and the dread of a bloody tear, the yearn of a smile and of attention i have had for a while, are caging me behind invisible bars.…
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Crushed
The ticks of the clock falls from the flow of eternity and breaks, awakening the deep worries buried within the deepest corners of the ignorant soul. The consistent tries to make thing work in a fascinating way has turned into an effective tool to craft lines on the present so that tears find their ways…