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Overflowing Ideas.
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Life is full of hellos and goodbyes. We say hello to new friends and goodbyes to old buddies. Cheers to open windows and hugs to closed doors. Our hearts are constantly beaten and mended with every moment in life- and how much ever we think we’ll get used to these rollercoasters, we never do. We…
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This is a poem about how we are made to be labelled and stacked into a category of boxes- all describing our personalities. LABELS After hours of strenuous questioning, Of doubting myself and second-guessing,Of staring at sentences for minutes-Pages of a report, haphazardly strewn, stare up at me. All I can think of is- those…
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We’re made of star-stuff.All of usThough different in thoughts, ideas, beliefs,Are made of the same stuff. We’re made of stuff the world can’t hold,Stuff that inevitably moulds itself intoLiving, breathing, breathtakingly beautiful human beings.We’re given the tag ‘Living’.We’re told we are ‘Alive’. We travel through life.Touching the suns, feeling the rains, bracing ourselves for the…
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There is joy. After scouring the desert of lifeFor years- in hopes to stumble upon the sea;After finding mirage upon mirage And coming close to losing hope-The sweet touch of salty water embraces you. For a second, you know- there is joy. One second is all it takes to offer Visions of life waiting for…
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Life gets hectic, almost every day. We have a million things to do and a million places to reach- a million things to check off of our to-do list before a million more fills its place. We run around and barely get a breather in between, constantly stressing about the next thing, without giving every…
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When we look at the two extremes of this world, we see life and we see death. We hope that there is an incredible amount of space between them. That we can distance ourselves from death as much as possible. That we can cherish life forever before giving into death, the inevitable consequence of entropy.…
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Quite often, I search for inspiration. I hunt for ideas and long for inception. I search in my room and rummage around in my cupboard. I squint my eyes and sift through magnifying glasses and telescopes, wondering how far inspiration is. Wondering why it hides from me and forever avoids me. I search in trees,…
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This is a poem about how we settle in with life. How we adjust to life’s rhythm and try to live to life’s beat. How we succeed, how we fail. SWIMMING POOL We’ve been swimming our whole livesLaden with floats and spongesAnd something shouting thatIf we drown, we have someone to hoist us up.But we…
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If I don’t wake up tomorrowI want to make sure I see the sunrise todayI want to breathe in the airAnd feel the blades of grassLike a language beneath my fingers, telling me the secrets of the world. I want to open my eyes one last time And take in the world in aweBefore my…
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We find ourselves entangled in life. Our stories are each more complicated than the last, threaded with thought and detail. We focus on untangling our own yarns of wool and painstakingly untying knots we find along the way. We drag our threads through life. Making sure that we encircle every object, every person, with carefully…
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