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[Poetry] Insomnia

[Poetry] Insomnia

I woke up with the goal of forgetting about you. Distraction is what I needed, so distraction is what I did. I kept myself glued to the rhythm of everyday life. The hands of time ticked, my life continued to tock. I let myself drown in the sea of adrenaline and...

[Poetry] Borrowed Time

There’s a single red rose in front of me, it’s bud still close and patiently waiting. In a few days, it will reach its full bloom. Several days more, it will wilt and find its demise. But there’s the beauty in it: the rose, like everything else, is...

[Poetry] Meta

How do you write a poem? Simple. You bleed words, bringing them out of your system as natural as breathing. When you have the words, you take the familiar and defamiliarize it. An empty glass? No, it’s a vessel waiting to be filled by drunken conversations and...

[Poetry] April’s Fool

Away she went and he followed closely behind, his eagerness reeking like sour plum in the air. Her coy smile teasing, captivating, mesmerizing, swearing, lying like the damned daughter of the devil. The trap was set and he was in April’s hands. It’s a...

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