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A Life Lived
I can tell myself that the idea of age and time as we treat it is arbitrary and man made and it doesn’t even matter, but all I keep thinking about is how much I’ve missed. How much life has slipped through my fingers without me even knowing it. So many mistakes I could have…
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architect in the ruins
When you are young you have so much to say; every thought, every word, feels extremely important and it’s essential to let them out in some form: words, pictures, conversations. I used to have so many thoughts I filled hundreds and hundreds of pages with them. But today, a decade later, the moors of my…
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On Poetry
Someone once asked me: Why do we need poetry? And I’d sat and thought, And thought, and thought. But couldn’t figure out, Why we need poetry; What makes it so necessary. What is hidden in the depths Of meter and metaphors, In rhyme and repetition, In imagery and alliteration? What is it that makes poetry…
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Home
Image credits: http://www.abduction.tumblr.com I want to inhale you; And feel you Slither down my lungs. Illuminate The darkest corners of my soul. Let me feel your mouth Kissing all my bones. Come close So close That every time I breathe You swallow the oxygen too. Assimilate Let me absorb you. Rest on the surface of my…
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Existential Crisis
Picture credits: Paolo Ræli Suddenly you feel your soul Caving in on itself. It gets hard to breathe; This life, too difficult to live in. And nobody knows; Nobody knows how you suddenly Lose the will to live; The urge to exist suddenly scraped away. And even if they ask you, what will you say?…
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Unfinished
Image credits: Anna O. Photography If our love was a poem, It would be like those I scribble In my notebook at 3 AM: The ones that are never completed. I spend hours writing them, Perfecting every poetic device, Trying to make all the words rhyme. But it’s never enough. I’m never…
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Fire
You are a ferocious flame of fire; Wild, passionate and fearless. And people don’t love fire; They fear it. You see, Fire cannot be tamed; It can only be played with. You cannot make it feel small And conquer it. You can only dance around its flames And hope you don’t get burned.
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Your Favorite Book
Image Credit: fakesmileonface.tumblr.com Treat me like your favorite book. Run your fingers down my spine When you feel melancholic. Hold me against your chest and Cradle me in your arms; I want to be loved by you. Read all my pages; Every sentence, every phrase, Every word. Remember them. Fold the pages that are Your favorite.…
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Happiness
And there we were, the three of us, sitting on the dust ridden asphalt with our backs erect, and the Sun creeping down our necks, but not quite (we’d chosen a shady spot.) On the right-most side sat Sabaha with her tiny fingers wrapped firmly around an unlit cigarette, her other hand playing with the…