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The Power of Poetry

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All poets are insane

You cannot tell me otherwise. — I am convinced that all poets are insane and the best poetry comes from the craziest brains. Loose bolts, dangling screws, create openings for metaphors to ooze through. I am convinced that all poets are insane, telling stories of animus fights and inner demons slain. Personified nightmares impatiently standing behind curtains of imagery, eager to dazzle the audience’s mind.

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All poets are insane
All poets are insane
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Nov 8

Good for the soul

Travel to a place far from goodbye, Draw a colorful rainbow in your sky, Cut through the boredom with a knife, Paint your canvas with a little less strife, For that’s good for the soul. Stay up until early morning, Leave your shoelaces untied despite all warnings, Meet a stranger and share…

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Good for the soul
Good for the soul
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Oct 17

When I lost a friend

From the moment I met you, I foresaw a future where my heart would be broken. Yet I said “hi”, introduced myself to you, and talked about the tv show on your t-shirt. After our first conversation, all I could do was stare at my room ceiling and think about you: about…

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When I lost a friend
When I lost a friend
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Sep 28

Burn the boats

This is it, I fear after all my journeying, I am finally here, my heart is eager and my past is but meager compared to what lies ahead, filled with a dread of the unknown expanse that spans the horizon, and I among the ones, who chose to venture into it, aiming to take a seat next to the greats…

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Burn the boats
Burn the boats
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Sep 26

Steganography

Hiding in plain sight — Your morning greeting in your first smile, Your joy radiating from the glimmer in your eye, barely containing itself in the corner of your lips. Your compassion in your tender touch, with just a pinch of stardust. Your gentleness in the tone of your voice, calming and welcoming, inviting the deepest conversation, inviting intimacy like how a sea knows its beach, your tides of curiosity unrelenting, always coming back for more.

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Steganography
Steganography
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Jun 9

Watch how she moves III

Read part 1 here and part 2 here — She dances with the stars, and knows all their names, they accept her as one of their own, for her love burns brightest, defying death, threatening to live on for eternity in the minds of the many marveling at the beauty of her being, her ethereal essence etched into their memories; a comforter, a friend, a loved one.

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Watch how she moves III
Watch how she moves III
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Jun 9

Watch how she moves II

A poem. Read part 1 here. — She dances to the sound of roaring waves, gliding with the tides of destiny as the moon swoons over her, going from shore to shore, ever visible above the horizon, a force of tranquility in a sea of chaos, her will keeping her afloat, fearlessly fighting fate, longingly looking for a lost love.

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Watch how she moves II
Watch how she moves II
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Jun 6

Watch how she moves

A poem — She dances with the flowers, yellow petals in her hair, moving graciously with the wind, her radiance magnified in the spring sun, smiling into the future, arms wide open, keeping rhythm with her destiny, dancing to a melody of love, sorrow into joy, wounds into scars.

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Watch how she moves
Watch how she moves
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·Jun 4

I’ll move on

in your footsteps — I’m always watching you, amazed, your life kept on moving, mine frozen since then, when we parted ways. Ever full of courage, always in flight, soaring the endless sky of fate your eyes firmly fixed on the horizon of destiny, my eyes fixed on you. Now, you’re so far gone, I will never catch up, nor has there been another to kindle my heart like you. I’ll always watch you, praying, your life keeps on moving, mine is about to soon, beyond that day when we parted ways.

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I’ll move on
I’ll move on
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Jun 2

Empty

staring at the blank page, my hand is ready, patiently waiting for its cue but nothing, futile, like reading an empty book, or dancing to silence. months away, pen cast aside, physical woes, mental foes. a fire that shone bright, reduced to ash - its warmth, a fleeting memory. still, I’m relentless, the sparks shall fly once more.

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Empty
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