Category: prose, poetry
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art of being a human
i truly believe that it was beautiful of us to forgive ourselves for all the things we could never become, and gradually put pieces of our intangible soul in what we love the most. i believe the most powerful part of humans are their vulnerability; the way they are able to pour their rain upon…
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Desolation
my mother walks into the room with a coffee mug in her hand and tells me that i should go out, i should speak more when the guests arrives and i shouldn’t act so miserable. but how am i to convince my mother that i am not the daughter she wanted me to be. how…
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do you still feel it in your chest. the way it did when you were once sixteen and life was a mystery to you but you were free from the fear or the grasp of the dying future. do you still wrap your arms around those people who once told you that they had been…
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parallel lovers
do you ever dive into the wonder of the ‘multi-verse’ and ask your deepest self what if there is really an alternate universe, where we have never met and nothing is like how it is today or what if there is another reality. where you don’t even exist or another timeline where i am not…
Prena Poetry 