This Poem

This poem is nothing more than a bunch of pretty words, all together strung. It might sound nice in your head, it may rhyme, and if I’m lucky, it’ll roll off your tongue. This poem feels no need to captivate you, or plead for a second glance in vain. You might suspect a deeper meaning, […]

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Most of the time, I’ve got nothing to say. Between cascades of passion lie oceans of ice; And I sigh as I wait for my lonely demise. For every second of frenzy, a decade of quiet; This life makes no attempt at a flashy disguise. And most of the time, I’ve got nothing to say. […]

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The Fall

Does your mind ever race right out of your headspace just to plummet right down into the unseen abyss? You watch it happen almost cartoonishly: It stops momentarily to look down helplessly before it falls, eternally. This almost tethers you right back to early childhood memories, of looney toons and make believe. When carelessness was […]

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Full of life but death inspires, I’m waiting for the end. Dead inside, yet filled with life, why do I pretend? ~Aditi.P (23/12/16)

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Outsider Looking in. External being, Without a sin or sadness, even joy, which might hold back, As such, I look within. In all my distant laughter lies an outsider, peeping in through different eyes and thinking in a far off mind, An outsider to my own life. This sac of atoms, custom made, seems often […]

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Individual Worlds

We’re always so engrossed In our own sweet little worlds. A world of worlds around us, Each so ignorant and cold. Countless souls to contemplate, And yet I know but one. I lose myself, and still I can’t escape myself, not once. I drown in my indulgence Till I look up and see Someone with […]

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Broken Glass

Beneath the broken glass, I see My own shattered reflection. Try to reveal what I missed In scattered introspection. A million different faces, But one broken facade. A multitude of angles, None that show the hidden art. In vain attempts to find myself, I lost the bit I had. A needle in a haystack, Lost […]

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