Category: poems
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Remember
i rememberyour smile’s curehandwritten notes with your laughter in themface shone like a lighthouseover a dark coastand for once i let goof my fears and my ghosts i rememberwhen my heart was a broken vasethat once held the flowers we grew together;memoriesyou pieced me back togetherand glued all the crackswith gold-laced lacquerand we both embraced…
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At The Dinner Table.
evening closes in we sit at the dinner table, the round tablelooks up with his lifeless eyesdry, blank-struck eyes“What’s for dinner?” he asks“it’s right in front of you,” she answerswe start to eat;quietly.my racing heartbeat breaks the silencesweat cascades down my foreheadand right into my souplaboured, loud breaths ensuepremonition? maybe it’s my imagination. he asks…
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you make me feel wanted.
don’t you ask me how I’ve beenand how i feelthen proceed to sit and listen you meet me crying in my roomface buried in handsstorm clouds above;“i want to be alone,”i mutterand those words seem to fly past youlingering at the doorwatching me like a hawk with eyes of disquiet. no matter how much i…
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When Broken People Love
When broken people lovethey’re mortified, petrified and terrifiedthat their mistakes will haunt and hunt;Grim Reaper – esque manner awaiting their next catch.and sothey seek validation & gratificationin every nookevery crannyevery crevice, crack and creeksort of like a golden retrieverearnestly expecting a pat on the headafter bringing back a stick during ‘fetch’. When broken people lovethey’ll…
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not all who wander are lost.
have you ever considered the factthat sometimes, maybepeace of mind is better than living in a warzonebound to your surnameand they’ll call you homelessand true, you’ll go anywhere you want toanywhere but homeand maybe that’s where they’ll be wrong.because homecould be the same four-walled structurethat you’ve been living in since birth homecould be all the…
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i used to be me
i used to be an exhilarating novel;a fascinating filmand now, a lonesome unpaired rhyme,a bland and blunt fable. i talked to the boy in the mirror;the boy i used to beand he shed a tearand he looked of remorse and sadness anger and fear i miss when i used to be me. ten birthdays ago,hundreds…
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pieces of you
I want to walk outsidein the meadowwhere pastel-coloured butterfliesdance in the airto feel the drops of golden sunshineand gentle breeze touch my cheek I want to stay insidestormclouds gather, the rumble of thunderraindrops pierce the groundripples in puddlespetrichor rises and entices I want to sit at the silllisten to the rain tap my windowbegging me…
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Depression & His Magic Tricks
Happy souls, Vibrant of colourare being watchedthe watcherox-eyed,a thief;waiting.waiting to take the ‘happy’ awayand leave them just souls;empty souls,waiting.sitting so satisfiedand sadistically snickeringuntil he strikesrelishingin our flight from his sightbut we, in futilityimpossibleto escape his snarewhimsically waves his magic wand of gloomand our colours are gone in a snapreduced to a boring worldwhere everything tastes…
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I Wished it Would Rain
Today I wished it would rainbut I couldn’t be surenot with this fickle weatherso I held my breathwaiting earnestlyfor the first drop of rain Today I wished it would rainand it didand i sat at the windowsillso I could feel less alonethe sky cried and so did Iand that way,we consoled each other. Today I…
Emotion 