• Predator

    He is threatened by the fangs of truth,Of the claws he had once dismissed,As not a threat.It will be his downfall.Regarded as a harmless bunny,But in actuality a crouching leopard,He’s coming to tame it.What a joke. – Arsh

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  • Day Eleven: A Sailor’s Tale

    The sailor is one with stories plentiful,Ranging from Daring escapes to Romantic escapades.Their only constant,I suppose, would be the free wanderingOf the jolly old sailor himself. “For I was thrown from Untruthful shores,Left in the mercy of The Collector of Souls,Its cruel torrents continue to rage,Leaving my sailin’ selfWith a gruelling task at the Doors

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  • The eye

    All-seeing and all-knowing,It memorializes everything you do.Constantly evolving yet unchanging,The eye judges if you are worthy. – Arsh

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  • Day Ten: Always

    Does anyone else wonder,How permanent ‘Always’ is?”I will always be with you.””We always need a shoulder to rely on.””You will always be haunted by your sins.””They will always consider you different.”Every ‘Always’ we hear,We seem to forget,Chemistry’s first rule.Stating that Change is Constant.What guarantee do we have,That we will not see better,Or worse days?”This too

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  • Control

    Falling through a vicious sinkhole,My mind spirals out of control.One thing out of place,And everything has gone to waste.My control over this,Has to be absolute.Else most everything I’ve done,Will mean less than nothing. – Arsh

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  • Day Nine: A Moth

    It was only today I noticed,That around my homeA moth hopelessly circled round.It was nothing extraordinary,Most certainly not the first either.Yet its pale and ghostly hovering,Left me dark and pensive.Its almost lethargic flapping,Seeking only a place of darkness,As in its mind, a safety was only found there.And a wardrobe could not be an option.For the

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  • Panopticon

    This prison of my mind,Is perfect for me.I cannot leave,And neither can I stay.No interaction with myself,Slowly going insane.This really is the most perfect prison,A prison of the mind. – Arsh

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  • Day Eight: My Mother And Birds

    If there is any being on EarthThat could even compare to my Mother,It would be a Bird.Not just any one at that!With the might of an EagleAnd the wit of a Raven,She would be the kind of birdTo soar over treetopsAnd chirp happily with the other fowl.She would not be a shrill bird either.With the

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  • The Sea

    The sea is beauty in cruelty,Cruelty in beauty.It is constant and ever-changing,Linear and paradoxical.The sea both gives and takes,Both sailors fortunes and their doom.The sea is indifferent to all,And yet a caring mistress.The sea is a beauty unto itself,Both calm and turbulent.It is everything at once,And it is my only love. – Arsh

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  • Betrayal

    I watch as you bring me down,Stare silently as I watch my fall.My hope has already withered,I once used to trust you.Everything was so perfect,I don’t know why it had to change.I don’t know why you did it,I can’t help but ask why.My faith in you is gone,I will never trust you again.My god, why

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