Literature

It is not always about finding love But sometimes to fall in one It is not always about happiness But sometimes it is your laughter It is not always about the race But sometimes about the satisfaction It is not always…
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Night about to disrobe Its darkness deep. Think I’ll sit here Just to take a peep. Morning naked in all its glory. This is my everyday Morning glory story. Pale is her body shining and bright. The day star making…
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Rub salt on a little cut Dissect the black and blue The comforting spill, I've got to kill Stitch patterns running due Sore fits are strange, my head deranged Burst out loop running low Set an alarm! we'll chop off the…
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It’s easy to say, Everything will be okay. When you haven't been through tough days. When it's hard to get up from bed, And thinking everything would have been easier, If you were already dead. So, next time "I'm here" is all…
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A ripple brimming lake, Since first amber glimpse. Serves wisdom broth, In an incendiary ribcage. Broth topples, Its soliloquy, trickles into the next stanza. Under some moons, hedgehog blanket Clasps... In other dawns,…
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I stood watching The dog chases its tail The dog went Round and round The tail went Round and round The tail and the dog Vanished in a swirl. The dog came Running back Stood beside me Panting hard.…
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Photo credit: RyanFox/Pexels Hey, my little one I hope you are at peace today. For you were the soul that Stitched whole my broken one. My tiny one, I can't say if I had given you Enough and all, you needed and loved.…
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The perils that a soldier must reckon He knows it all very well. He keeps our spirits soaring high, So much so that Our pride in his beliefs begin to swell. The morning comes pretty fast, We aren’t prepared for the…
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Somewhere in a far-off land Someone might need your words. A random post from a random guy Can question your self-worth. Are we giving at least one person The meaning to live and to feel alive? Are we not ignoring that…
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The twilight sun, retreats to its nadir, Moon-rise! Flanked by its twinkling fellowship, And the darkened groves their softest shadows wear, The night beckons me with its gentle courtship. I lay on the dew freshened grass,…
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