Poetry

detachment

But in time
you’d understand
what kept me
from falling.

The wind
stopped blowing
for some time.

I walked away
tired and hopeless
from the edge
of the precipice.

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not welcome

It’s in that moment
when our eyes locked
and your gaze
doesn’t feel the same
anymore
that I felt shame
for entering
a maze
with no end.
But then again,
I wasn’t welcomed
in the first place.

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Poetry

feel no more

Some clouds move faster than the other clouds.

I guess it says so much about our hearts moving on.

But some days, there are no clouds at all.

See: Inks and Pain
Search: feeling empty
Daily Post’s None.

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Poetry

what lies behind 

Promises behind every look in the eye

Meaning behind every word they say

Secrets behind every scent you acquire

Fiction behind every chuckle I make

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lost for words

Words
swirling around my head
My writing voice
screaming

Tone
distinctively heard
My creative hand
hesitating

P.S. You can’t force art—what I’m implying with this micropoem. I’m gonna elaborate on this soon. Wink

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live with lies

My throat hurts
so bad,
I can’t speak.

A big chunk of fear
blocking the way,
preventing courage
to pass by
and push honesty
outside.

My throat hurts
so bad,
I have to lie.

I push honesty aside.

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