BY THE LAW OF NATURE

Slavery ended 400 years or so, So why is it that the whole world still lies enslaved? Each man, woman and child, Dictated by something, A corporation, an oppression, a fear, an addiction, A duty, a job, a grade, a number, A war within, A scar on the outside, A challenge enforced.   Why still […]

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ABSTRACT DEMONS

  If I could see my demons beyond the scope of abstract, If they were creatures spawned of flesh and bones, Hideous apparitions born to scrape at my soul, I would hug them tight and never let them go, I would sing them a tune and kiss them goodnight, I would take care of them […]

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Enchantments of Insignificance

  What are the most serene moments of your life? Moments when serenity came not from money, Whiskey or people you loved? Moments that to others would be meaningless Until you made them see through your eyes?   I for one just had such a fleeting moment of eternal peace, As my soul faded into […]

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LUXURY OF SECOND CHANCES

  PART 1 David Berenthal got in the queue to get his ticket to travel back 12 hours. It wasn’t his first time; he had taken the time train once before but it was the first time of his own free will. Because otherwise he took himself to be a man who accepts consequences of […]

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ANGELS WHO WISHED TO DIE

Shoving tasteless unsalted popcorn in our mouths, It’s midnight even in paradise and, We watch our eternity pass us by, It’s said to be a gift by those who lack it, It’s a gift we happily lay waste to for our own pleasure; Because if forever is just a collection of “nows” strung together, We […]

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butterflies made of ash

Just imagine if depression was a garden. The only pleasant thing about it would be that you would be calling it a garden. But soon ‘garden’ would be the worst place in the world that you would never want to leave. You would want to stay there once you enter, because it is just pure distilled […]

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Dear words of mine

I don’t know if you are poetry for the deranged, irrationally anxious, Or- Just the hopefully lost, I don’t know if there sits a connection here, Maybe no one will bat an eye to you, And you’ll remain words unsaid, Collaterally unread; But would it be too bad if- You were just my personal source […]

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