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The patterns I carry.
When we’ve worn anger long enough,changing into happinessalways leaves threads of rage behind.When we quench a burning fire,smoke lingers, uncontrolled.When our eyes meet the ones they love,the smirk we wear betrays us.When we live without questioning,ignorance meets regret. These are all patterns.These are representations of for.These are proven theories of our making.This is our existence.… Continue reading
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The image people see of me.
In our attempt at being limitless,may we not learn and unlearn ourselvesinto anxious peoplewho must constantly fight the willto fully liveor leave (in) every place we find space. In our attempt at beingthe best reflection of self,may we not lose ourselves. How do we find the time to bewhen we are busy living for the… Continue reading
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Am I original or a compilation?
We like to think that we are.Are we? We like to think we’ve been given a clean slate to write on.Have we? We like to think our lives are ours to live and our paths are ours to create.Are they? We are mosaics of borrowed truths,fractured fragments of untold stories,shaped by whispers, glances, and shadows,walking… Continue reading
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Desire Desire Pants On Fire
What lured a lost eye into love? Was it lust or love? If the beauty our eyes behold daily is seen with a closed eye, how then can we say it is beautiful? Can a blind man bind himself to a lovely bride? When we cannot see, what do we see? Darkness or dreams? What… Continue reading
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Mon-ami
Friendship is a love story we do not allow so many words to. It’s a journey we do not go past with as much strength as may be required. The love that lives between the friendships we keep is to be cherished. It isn’t shallow, it isn’t weak, it isn’t cold enough to freeze, it… Continue reading
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