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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 human rights. It is our duty, as citizens of our respective countries, and as individuals living in this world, to brighten this world for all those in it, to leave it a better place than when we entered it, and above all, to seek justice and recompense for those wronged by the powerful voices of this world.

– Maya Desdemona

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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 fine
In this tumultuous sea,
I will be your net,
Your safety boat,
Your clamouring hand
That reaches the shore,
That life-guard's vest
With a red whistle to blow
A calm embrace,
A caress to the face,
But while this siren says...
Your drowning I cannot replace.

– Maya Desdemona

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Taedium Vitae 

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 be upset without cause, 
Unable to confide in the loving embrace of reason?

To resolve to watching the suffering of a life you never know? 
A mere piece of fiction you must grit your teeth to watch? 
To analyse the every aspect of their misery, 
With dare I say glee, 
To better understand how they think, 
How they function? 
To be depraved enough to even think, 
To watch but to never empathise? 
Perhaps it is the joyous life one has lived so far that gives one entertainment watching a tragedy? 
To enjoy pathos feeling like a sinner, 
A vile criminal?

– Maya Desdemona

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The Real Monsters Remain

Fret not, little child,
The monsters under your bed are long gone,
The next monsters you must fear
Lurk within the minds of men.

It enslaves their heart,
And lives off their soul,
Construing their figures beyond recognition.
Turning them into a shell of their former person.

Fret not, little child,
Such monsters are a part of life,
They live within us all and live all too well,
For why else would poets of old admire your innocence,
Your childlike wonder, lost to the seas of time?

– Maya Desdemona