Category: prose, poetry
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Graceless Graveyard
And then I wish at times I could make you understand that the sadness I feel beneath this glow isn’t like those earth wrecking hurricane and storms, which comes once in a while to wreck away the city tops and amusement parks that can be rebuild all the way back. It feels like a cancer;…
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Concealed Courage
Maybe he was told that it was okay. For the world was so much bigger than the amount of toys that his six years old hand could hold. Mayhe, at 15, his father contemplated that his son wouldn’t come to waste his life like his brother. His mother must have held his hand on the…
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Breathing
There she sat at the end of a broken pavement at the violet shaking dusk; triedly murmuring about how she did not want the world to remember her for who she used to be, about how she wanted to erase the past that so defined the details of her inglorious life on this planet. She…
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Moments to Memories
Somethings are not meant for you. Somewhere in the middle, things change and nothing can mend it anymore. No matter how hard you try to stay in between and hold the two ends of the parting continents, in the end, after the heart break hits you like the earthquake, things eventually fall apart to their…
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