Monday nights bring with it a fog of dread, as it’s the sad beginning of…
Poetry
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To fight the urge to pack and leave, To go against the expected of me.…
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And suddenly you’re sitting at a bar at 6pm. Unable to walk home. Unable to walk…
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Brown sediments inhaled the crisp air. Overwhelmed with roots, they moved slowly following the breeze’s…
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The brilliance of the moonlightShines upon your face.Tears glisten on your cheeks,And disappear without a…
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Por mais que eu tente,Eu nao consigo entender,A vida e tao simples,Porque dificil ela parece…
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Love is like a fruit that slowly awakens,Once nature sprinkles its seeds of passion,It blooms…
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Ordinary.One simple word; most complicated aspect.Defines normal, regular, common, and accepted.Yet it lacks the answer…
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As Conrad lays sleepless in bed, he writes: The clock is ticking,Now eleven twenty six.The…
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April 25th, 2003 I remembered my dream during our morning shower, the same recurring nightmare.…