Category: Poetry
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slow typing in a dark room
I wish the darkness inspired me to be the moon or even a firefly would be more than fine but I am surrounded by so much of it that I don’t remember what it is and what is mine I wish I was a poem born from pain or even a paragraph about how it…
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The four letter charm
Those tiny four letter words They been killing women all over the world D-I-e-t u-g-l-y f-l-a-b l-o-v-e
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Dustbin
she works in a off white office cubicle with a blue dust bin in the corner she is expected to ”think outside the box” and ”make a difference” and ”be herself” only if she is following all the company rules only if her fresh ideas do not offend the seniors who can’t function in her…
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Reasons
When it started…there was no need for it everything that happened came naturally…without explanations or reasons or anything valid We did not start for anything.. we just started…just like that….knowing when we would return Now we are at that point where everything we do needs a reason to take the next big step you need…
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with my earphones on
I untangle my earphones in hopes that you would not mind talking to me In this world with over a billion faces mine is not the one you want to see If this is not sadness I do not know what is I am your curse and you are my bliss
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what it was
You were not my escape You were not my excuse You were my reason but it does not matter anymore