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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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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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The moon, sea, wind, and rocks depict a silent, rhythmic natural exchange in Maya Desdemona’s poem.
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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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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 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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Is it possible to suffer in bliss?To be rosy in health, To have not a single burden weighing heavy on your shoulders, But still feel as though your chest is constrained in thorns? To still dread waking in the morn? To fill your empty mind with worry after worry, Just to keep it occupied? To…
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