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Every Day Poems

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2022-01-14 07:51:53 In each of these solitary evenings,
I used to play the violin,
to release the sentimental thoughts from my head,
and to serenade my lonely heart,
it feels good for me,
yet actually it's hurt.
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2022-01-14 05:58:52 Prepare

I must prepare
Because if I failed, how would I fare?
That is why, to slack, I do not dare.

#anotherworldpoem #haiku #edited
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2022-01-14 02:12:51 Long chilly night,
Starless sky,
This desolate heart,
Falls in love again,
Yet unwanted,
It walks along this path,
Barefoot once again,
Willing to bare the waiting,
And the pain.
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2022-01-14 00:19:50 Hustle bustle throughout the pipes, not blood not fret. I wonder what's been eating me from within.
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2022-01-13 22:26:49 I often loved the idea
Of sitting in a corner,
Folded like a fatherless kid,
Befriending the wrong spiders.

Then I learnt to love
My white fragrance,
Quoted in black,
In a colorful wilderness,
Lonely like an undiscovered tulip.

But now,
I cage my unbridled emotions,
in words,
Befriending assonance,
Together hiding in metaphors,
holding quills like a father's thumb.
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2022-01-13 20:33:48 I've grown so used to the darkness of my life, that light has become a myth.
Grown used to lonely that company is against the rules.
Silence has become my friend, and speech tastes like poison to my mouth.
Losing is nothing new to me, and heart aches a daily drink.
Not getting what I want, is like the air I breathe. But tonight I choose to put an end to it all,
End the pain, loss and this life of misery.
Bitter cups I've tasted long enough, and no more shall I.
I shall end this, I end it all.
Tonight I dust the tables and open the shades of life.
The doors are open and Windows bring a new light with fresh air.
The long life I take on, and above all I thank you, thank you for bringing light in this heart of mine.
You've patched up this broken pieces and you never knew, and I'll never stop loving you.
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2022-01-13 17:43:12 Soften my heart, soften my pride.

Since I am a fool,
a fool's path is what I will take.


#verses #mantra
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2022-01-13 13:30:34 He shows you, how the helping hands flee away. How the heavens recoil before your wish.

He gives you a taboo venture at the smoke trails. He presents to you your choices under the fire rain.

Which hole will you dive into, then?


#JE
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2022-01-13 11:17:43 She told me to make a rein,
Make one out of all my mistakes I push at the back of my mind,
Make one out of the days I never wish to remember,
Make one out of the memories that I couldn't leave behind.

She said make a rein,
Tie up what keeps making you stumble upon the same rock, now and tomorrow,
Tie up what puts you in a roller coaster of regrets,
Tie up all that has kept you from reaching your desires, what has stood on your road.
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2022-01-13 09:24:42 She sought to sojourn with him in the tangles of the puzzled chess pawns, to bask him in light feather kisses and sweet embrace they'll remember for years to come. She desired to strike a chord on those blackened wounds of his he didn't permit anyone to examine. Appear unannounced to the seat of honor in the vaults to which she had to hold a lamp and assess if there were any traps he set to keep everyone out. His dungeons were the hardest to infiltrate, bruising the pride she had in reading others like an open book without meaning to.
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