Category: Poetry
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The heros without an option
Most of the time If not always Villains are victims who raise their voice for who on earth would want to be venomous by choice?
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The difficult way
Let’s not be grey Let’s not Please It is too powerful We can’t tell them our secrets… It is ours and only ours Let’s not be cloud or smoke It is shapeless and unsure how can we be the ones cleaning and purifying souls? How can we be the one calming the storms of the…
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My Mind In a Mug
On a monday morning A Moron I believed in stated I was not ”much” The moment that person left I made up my mind that Never again would a man tell me I was not ”much” Never again would I misplace myself I would focus on the one in the mirror With music as my…
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Some Smoke and Some Hope
Maybe he will taste more of smoke and less of me when he will kiss my lips Maybe he will realise I am made up of ashes That I am fragile I may break down anytime That they might forget my face Who remembers things that burn and fade away? Ashes turn into dark confetti…
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They both did the same
One made me understand what a depressed Damien Rice could not The pain in his lyrics The other made me understand what a Bold Sarah Bareilles could not he taught me to be brave
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Because sometimes with more time things become less..even hope
That October morning With the clouds greyer than it already was The sky dull and leafless bare trees I hoped with all the hope in my heart That I missed your call I clutched my phone so tight As if it needed to suffocate Just like me So that it would not feel dead So…
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Happy birthday
The reason I forgot you Even though I never thought I would Is because you left me in the dark And nothing particular Reminded me of you When I walked in the light
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Is her body all that she is?
Maybe a woman would not be a woman without her body I mean what would you grab of her when you kiss her and she does not have breasts what would you feel if not her butt Maybe a woman would not be a woman without her slim waist Would she be worth considering without…
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Because sometimes you need an outsider to see yourself
She was the biggest question mark She knew Yet He looked at her As if she was the answer to all his questions Even his prayers…
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because faith is often misplaced
I hope with all my heart that you don’t misplace your faith in anyone else’s fault like you lost yours in mine I hope you remain hopeful not about people but about yourself because the worst you can do to you is hope that you don’t misplace yourself in someone else’s fault
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