II. The dead walked again
[The un-welcomed Land I belonged to…] The dead walked again,From what they called camps.They stumbled again,But they had handsTo hold them from the fall. This time, they had hope sparklingIn …
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The un-welcomed land I belong to.
We belong to the land that no longer welcome us. Men with white hats stood tallpiercing the azure tapestrywitnessing what has gone by.What is happening and what is lined up …
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Droplet of strength
No paper is strong enough to withhold those agonizing linesNor can any amount of ink be enough to scribble them down No words can express her woesNo ears can hear …
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What is it???
What is it,Creeping deep into me,Crippling my confidence?What are those,Crawling into my skin,Paralyzing my senses?What is it, gruilling my breath?What are those, rattling my brain? What are those,Shrieking into my …
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Go, claim it!
There you go, little birdieSpread those wingsAnd soar the sky.Fighting all odds. Win or no winClaim it! Because my dear,That is where you are meant to be. Somewhere inThe Vast …
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I am a Con Man.
What you see is not me,What I am, you can never see.Your penetrating gaze will never geta slightest glimpse of the real me. Those judgmental looksThat has been judging me …
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Her Canvas
The flow of words that trickled down her pen, After years of the clot, it finally busted out, pouring down every bit of her into the empty canvas. Painting colors …
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What would I be?
If I was what I am notwhat would I be? Would I be what I thought I would be? Or Would I be what I never thought I would be? …
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