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Day Eight: My Mother And Birds

If there is any being on Earth
That could even compare to my Mother,
It would be a Bird.
Not just any one at that!

With the might of an Eagle
And the wit of a Raven,
She would be the kind of bird
To soar over treetops
And chirp happily with the other fowl.

She would not be a shrill bird either.
With the voice of a lark,
She would sing melodies that
Great poets could not even compare.

In every sense,
She would be an early bird.
Pecking us if we didn't wake up
To her chirping.

She would be free to glide
All over the World,
but would still choose her nest
to return to at the end of each day.

Now, Human or Bird,
I wish only one thing.
That my Mom remains happy,
And that one thing is enough.

– Maya Desdemona

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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 did I ever trust you,
I think I might hate you.

– Arsh

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Day Seven: Excuses

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 don't remember what your personality is like,
Or why you made me laugh at all.

Who are you?
Do I even know you anymore?
Your excuses are all I remember now.



– Maya Desdemona

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Day Six: On The Impact Of Words

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, both to ourselves and people around the world.

Yet it also seems that we often forget the power we yield, as ceaseless arguments and constant manipulation from those around us cast a dark shadow over the usage of these very words we unknowingly hold so dear.

One would be a hypocrite even to dare chastise another for misusing these words.

I have seen (but never truly experienced) a few simple words that are very commonly used and ones that we do not give even a second thought to, be arranged in a certain order and spoken in a certain tone to other people, and have watched it both make and break a person.

That’s the power words have. They can make you live a hundred years or kill you in a second.

– Maya Desdemona

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Day Four: The Beauty In Black

What twisted fantasy might this be?
Might you be too blind to see?
I simply ought to throw you up a tree!
How dare you insult my precious ebony!
An idiot, is what I don thee!

One cannot see,
Without the pale hues of ebony.
One cannot truly be,
Without my dear black, can ye?
No Yin without Yang, my fellow, see!
Without this one cannot be.

– Maya Desdemona

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Stages of revenge

It stings. 
Frustrated tears pool at my eyes, 
Unable to do anything else.

It simmers.
Darkened eyes look away as
Yet another bribe takes place right under the noses of those
Who were once trusted to protect us.

It burns.
Knuckles are bleeding,
Pummeling the punching bag as though
It would chase all problems away.

It boils over.
Knives stick out of those
Who once dared to take advantage of our innocence
Leaving behind empty puppets.

It's empty.
But maybe this emptiness
Will herald better days.

– Arsh