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‘Capture the passion/Faltering’ thoughts.
Read more: ‘Capture the passion/Faltering’ thoughts.Fragmented parts of me hold on to the pain, Puzzled pieces capture the passion, Yet, I am once again putting myself in the shoes of the ‘other girl’ – I’m allowing myself to be used because I’m falling for him and it’s hurting me so much knowing that to him I am ‘nothing’ to him…
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‘Evading souls’ Poem
Read more: ‘Evading souls’ PoemTranquil serenity evading souls, Pushing back the means to abandonment Perish the thought where the confusion lies And bring out the calmness Equanimity, that lies beneath these walls You can pray as much as you want But the debilitating pain will stay Harsh and throbbing Like the sound of his voice as he whispers in…
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‘Tremor’ beginning of a short story..
Read more: ‘Tremor’ beginning of a short story..Her hands seemed to shake, a slight tremor running up her left arm. She thought that it was the end. The force of the pain was lingering at first, it started with the fingertips and though she still had blood pumping around her veins she felt like this was about to stop. With her right…
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‘Nobody ever comes close. (All of the time)’ Poem.
Read more: ‘Nobody ever comes close. (All of the time)’ Poem.The stars will shine tonight, just like tomorrow. If I gather round. Take a step back. I repeat myself Over and over. Nobody ever comes close. Go back and forth all you like, Go back and forth Take one step back. Some say it’s gonna happen It’s one of mine Given time, I’ll move on,…
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‘Moment of chances’ Prose/Short Story
Read more: ‘Moment of chances’ Prose/Short StoryMesmerising memories of a forgotten place and time. The edges of emotions run through privileges unkind. An untold story of lost hero’s as they walk amongst the clouds. It’s one of these old prevailing love stories that come crashing down to the ground. Can you seize the moment of passage? I wonder where you’re going…
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‘Cleopatra’ Poem
Read more: ‘Cleopatra’ PoemThe ethereal subsided voice I heard, it moved me onward She towed me along. This long hair beauty named Cleopatra, she sang to my heart and it was honeyed. Holding my hand at a quickening speed, We contended together among the trees and the twisted turnings encircled us As we were together in this muddled…
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Time and Time again. Short Story.
Read more: Time and Time again. Short Story.From a tired assumption you made a previous day, your whole voice breaks as you begin to say the words you’ve been meaning to – but nevertheless putting off time after time again. You had been told that solitude was going to be more pleasant than this. You sit there with your legs tucked up…
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