Seconds Minutes Hours Have now become days. Poetry cannot define the Suffocating Anxiety of waiting.…
Poetry
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Serendipity Serendipitous You’ve been on my mind Often, Lately. I find myself wondering How to…
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“Isn’t it crazy that what, ten years ago I walked you home… and here we…
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“People fascinate me,” she told him, looking down at her soup stirring inanimately.“I like to lose myself…
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I don’t feel regret remorse is far from me, you see. Ophelia – am I?…
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I wish plain and simple was enough I wish my eyes didn’t spark at chaos …
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Darling, you should know I have grown since Our stars have crossed. I have grown to…
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I find myself spending hoursTrying not to think of you.Telling myself to stop.Yelling at my…
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You think you can cloud my eyes, Blur my mind into desire, And diminish my…
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My mind needs occupationI must lose myselfIn my literary heroesAnd watch damselsBe savedFor I am…