Category: Prose
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Hopes on the Horizon
I see him, and I see the dreams I have dreamt. I see him, and feel my hopes manifest. He is somewhere out there, and we haven’t met. We wake up to the same sun and watch the same sun set. Long distance never works, but that is a future…
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Unoccupied
I rush to the window at the sound of him, I can see his retreating steps from here. Home is a person, not a place, My home has decided not to come home. I have been planting flowers, And there are two sets of every dish. There is a dent…
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The Battle Within
Is it inevitable? Can nothing prevent it? Do you have to cut my hair? Is the battlefield my only home? Is peace not an option? Because the glory does seem pretty shiny. But there is a pair of arms, Arms made of flesh and blood, not gold, Held wide open,…
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The Tale of The Eyes
I have this wall in my room right behind my bed. I have pinned a few of my artworks on that wall. I never get to look at it because it is always behind me. But every time someone walks into the room, it’s the first thing they see. Their…
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The Twist of Us
You have left pieces of yourself, hidden in everything you shared. And now in your absence, it’s present, and this love ensnares. They envelop me in a warm cocoon, I think I will come out a butterfly, With spots of your colors on mine, Today, tonight, and tomorrow, every day…
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Equilibrium
He is everything I have ever wanted, Everything the way it was supposed to be. Love received and love reciprocated, He knows how to value my love. Close my eyes and let go, Waiting for the fall, but he hugs me tight. He makes me falter in my steps, Because…
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Losing Myself in His Gaze
I knew I was starting to lose myself When I saw him and felt restless. I saw him, the oh-so-beautiful him, And then I felt the world unfair, Like a treat owed to me but not given, Oh, what sins had I committed that weren’t being forgiven? What did he…
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Ink-Stained Emotions
The day I went quiet, quietly I realized, I would scream on paper. So I read and read and read, Then in blue ink, my feelings bled, Making marks, precise like a laser. My feelings ran their course, Scattered chaotic and wild, like the forces of nature. This doesn’t rhyme,…
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