• 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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  • On the happenings of Today

    The delicate peace promised to us by the leaders of the world hangs on a balance that tilts steadily towards the rough, violent arms of war. The modern day and age, the one that promised this peace and progress, has seemingly forgotten the many suffering souls around the world, still oppressed, still denied their basic…

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  • Lured By Promises

    Come on in,Dip your toes in this-Though I can’t promise that the water will always be fineIn this tumultuous sea,I will be your net,Your safety boat,Your clamouring handThat reaches the shore,That life-guard’s vestWith a red whistle to blowA calm embrace,A caress to the face,But while this siren says…Your drowning I cannot replace. – Maya Desdemona

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  • Falling Seaside Waves

    The moon, sea, wind, and rocks depict a silent, rhythmic natural exchange in Maya Desdemona’s poem.

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  • Another Thought To Share:

    The one who slays the demon must be worse than the demon himself, don’t you think? Maya’s sleepless brain.

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  • The Weight of the World

    I have endured much sorrow,And yet I stand tall.Lived and loved through the ages,And yet I am brought down low.I hope you forgive meFor not having the strengthTo continue fighting.After all,The weight of the world is heavy today. – Arsh

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  • My Ghost

    Will you come back soon?I’ve been waiting,And I know that we agreed before.But I’ve been so lonely,Just waiting for your spectre,To come back and haunt me…Please come back to haunt me. – Arsh

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  • Graveyard Love

    My heart is a graveyard.Of memories,Of love.Of everything that I am notAnd of everything that I am to you.My soul is a ravine.Consuming,Always devouring.Taking everything for itselfAnd leaving me bereft of peace. – Arsh

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