• Worst Case Scenario

    It’s not difficult to think of plans,Of contingencies for every scenario,But we plan only for the worst ones.I’ve heard that the brain reinforces your thoughts.Positivity is built, and negativity, amplified.I wonder what happens when you only think of the worst case scenarios?

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  • Can I Stay?

    Can I still have thisFor just one night more?I know that you’re not right for me,And I’m not the one that you want.But I don’t want to pack my bags yet,And remove myself from this place.This place we built up together,Where we could just be ourselves.Just let me ignore the worldFor just one night more.Once…

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  • The War Begins Silently

    The beginning of the war will be secret. There will be no parades or commendations, No grand declarations nor proud generals boasting.No vaunting valour for the brave soldiers Marching surely down to their doom.The beginning of the war will be secret.It will begin as these things always do,Slowly marching to an inexorable doom.A flower’s petals…

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  • Tailored

    Did you know that tailoring,the word, comes from taliare,a Latin word meaning ‘to cut’?I could write the metaphor Explaining how being tailor-made For you was cutting me away,But I don’t think I need to, do I? – Arsh

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  • Unfinished

    Half-remembered dreamsAnd unfinished soliloquoys,Keeping my quietAnd I won’t let you in my life.But what have I doneTo just leave this all alone,Even with all of this timeMy life is still not my own. – Arsh

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  • Night Lights (In The Big City: Part One)

    Thunder furiously rumbled across the dark night sky. Pensive, brooding, sulking.Just like the moody Evelynne Yvonne Marie.Twirling coils of smoke left the cigar between her fingers, as she stared at the twisting, raging tongues of fire caged in her lighter, begging for release. How did she end up here? She wasn’t quite sure. But as…

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  • Thoughts of a Night Owl

    My heart is locked in a bony cage,Where it writhes and turns for Freedom’s sweet lips.It toils to keep this mortal vessel alive,Yet struggles to find some peace of mind.But Darkness calls with comfort and change,Death’s loving embrace so gentle and safe,The Night calls away all worries formed by Day. – Maya Desdemona

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  • Ode To The Burnt (Matchstick)

    Are you a burnt little matchstick?Struck against scraping sandpaperTill you shine bright enough to be a star,But the joy of being enough is robbed by the end, without going far.Burnt, crippled, broken, and used,Now showing no more potential nor promise,You are thrown away by the world,Tossed in a pile without a thought,The light you brought,…

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  • Loss

    I suppose there was truth when Calpurnia said:”The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.”For as I stare out my window,Glancing at heaven above and ground below,I see white lilies mourn the loss of a kind soul from this world,And the mighty heavens themselves stand in shame at their helplessness.On this dayA great and…

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  • Lilium – Sweet Lily

    Sweet lilium,Thy ghostly pallor paired with thine emerald stem,Reaching for golden sunlight to bask thy head,Symbol of rebirth, and of death. At the feet of the Madonna thou art placed,Purity of the soul returned to Heaven’s embrace,Flush with life, forever in graceful sway,Sweet lilium, now in decay. – Maya Desdemona

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