Category: poetry
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The Ghostly Memories
It is always the memories that brings out the worst of me. Always the happy memories that can no longer make me feel like i am a human for once and i too should live and love like a human. I watch people my age relentlessly walk with the crowd; defending their attribution and posing…
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Yellow hearts
I can never understand the tragedy of eight billion people succumbing on our earth. When i don’t even have a slightest clue of who i am and why i am here. I cannot understand your life and the unfathomable sadness you conceal behind your smile. God made us so beautifully, but he didnot give us…
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The beautiful broken people
I think there is a melody to every heart break that crumbles a human body every once in a while. Somewhere as someone watches the moon and sips coffee from a broken mug that has been glued together for the second time moon—someone in some place is falling apart, looking at the beauty of the…
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Like flowers, Like People
You have to understand that one day or other we are meant to lose people from our lives. We are meant to be shattered and desolated once in a while, even if you have been the kindest or the bravest soul on the earth, you can’t escape the fate of loneliness. That is the law…
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