Category: poems
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Everything That Falls Must Break.
what goes up must come downwhat goes around must come aroundwhat floats may one day sink and drownwhat falls gets brokena million little pieces shattered opentrying to patch everything upwith soggy “I’m sorry” glueand valedictions of“it’s not me, it’s you”and“it’s not you, it’s me” hoaxes of faithless lovethat I would rather believe in,the kind of…
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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…
Emotion 