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Overflowing Ideas.
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What is magic? Is it dreams come true? Or is it just hypothetical and is not real? Is it heaven? Or something that we should be afraid of? Is it everything you believe in? Is it that momentary feeling of happiness after winning? Is it that light that is far away, but bright in the…
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One of the things I love about nature is that she loves to live in groups. Groves of trees, herds of elephants, colonies of bees. I would even say families of humans. Yet, our groups and nature’s groups don’t strike me as similar. Sure, members vary. But characteristics vary too. A pack of wolves and…
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Everything is falling apart Slowly then banging down loudly Startling you but no It won’t startle anyone else I won’t let it I will hold the world up Even if it takes my shoulders Let it not hurt anybody else Let the innocent be spared after all We are human. This is life I will…
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This is something that pretty much all of us must have been through, at some point in time. There are times when our eyes droop down low and we do our best to stifle our yawns. When we are drained out, yet we force ourselves to stay awake. And miraculously, we do. The longer we…
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This poem is a promise to a man, who is lost at the seas. The woman promises the man silently, that she’ll be waiting for him to return. And that she’ll never leave. I’LL BE WAITING It’s been years since you left For the seas Saying you’d be back Coaxing me Cradling me so I…
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Most of us think that the world is divided into two broad categories: The Good and The Bad. Some things are good, the rest are bad. Some people are good, the rest are bad. And when good battles against bad, good wins. These few things are hammered inside our heads. By what, I don’t know.…
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This poem is about how each and every person has a different story. A story that they hide in fear. For they don’t want it to be discovered. This story features a mother with her son, at the train station. TRUTH IS MASKED The train was whistlingCalling out for passengers Who waited for their ride homeThe…
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Time is shorter It always is But now more than usual Breaths are shallower So is life As it tethers and quivers On the edge of extinction Fingers bleed trying to hold on To the ledge That will allow them to Live They are a part of another reality Farther and farther away from ours…
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Life whisks us away from home Sooner or later we leave For a journey And hope we reach our goal. We lose ourselves in the winding lanes of life Sometimes stopping to admire a view Sometimes turning back to retrace our steps Sometimes running on to see what’s next. New opportunities present themselves Changes come…
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