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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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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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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 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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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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Is distance your only excuse?Years have passed,You still haven’t visited,And now I don’t even remember your face.Time and Time again,You claim to miss us.”I’m too busy””The flight ticket is too expensive””I don’t have a vacation now…”Seem to be your only reasonings.Your voice, in my memory,Is now only heard through the static of a phone call.I…
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The power of a few words is beyond the understanding of many, as one would often find it hard to believe that something we use so freely could bear so much power. More often than not, We see these words flow with our lives, being the tool we use to communicate and express our feelings,…
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Vermillion blood spilledOn snow-white tiles.Bloody knives are hiddenIn the black of night.Standing orders areGiven to keep guard.And yet the murdererAlways slips the guard.Seeing as the oneTo help keep guard isThe murderer, it seems theMurder will never be solved. – Arsh
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Nature is beautiful in every way, shape, and form. Yet humans sully its auspicious presence and benevolent nature repeatedly. Not once, not twice. A million times more than the biggest number one can imagine. – Maya Desdemona
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