I deceive people with words all day. I lie. Who am I? - A writer.
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They killed some more men today, At a place where men kneel, To gods, looking down at men. They killed some more men today, With a gun, a bomb, and a knife, There was a man, a woman, and a child. They killed some more men today, They said it
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The past, is like ink on paper. Present. Permanent. Persistent. The thoughts I’d had then, Feel like a different universe now. A universe in which you would have been, In love with your work, and I would have been, Close to you, in your city. But that’s what
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You ask me not to imagine, You ask me not to build, Castles of glass, and sand. You are afraid of what they do to me. What they make me do. You’re right. In parts. I walk in the castle, With my eyes open. I know what they are.
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Sometimes, I wish I were a painter, And not a poet, So that I had a better reason, To sit, and stare, To have you, sitting across from me. You’d be my muse, As you are now, But not just in my head, You’d be out there, Physically,
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We build walls. Bricks. Cement. Slug. We build walls, Strong, high, menacing, Forbidding any to breach, Enter our hearts, And minds, and souls. When in need, We go deeper, Inside the shell. Do you know, Why we do that? Why we trust us, More than others? More than those, Who
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There is on an average one poem that I write each day. That, gives me at least one thing to post each day here. Come to think of it, that’s a good way to manage post a day. On that note, here’s one I wrote yesterday, as it
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A bird sat on my shoulder that day. No, really! It had pristine blue feathers, A long mundane beak, And a crown on its head. It sang a song I hadn’t ever heard before, A song so beautiful, so melodious That it made me forget The world I lived
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I looked up, empty faces looked down upon me. I tried to look away, a castlesque house, an oversized vehicle; two in fact, looked back at me! ‘Bad photoshop’ I quipped, ‘Home & car loan’ – the ad read; ‘Bad ad’, I shut my eyes again! I tried to remember something,
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As the world stood crumbling, Ashes, fire, smoke, dust! I looked at her, the face; damp, beneath all that soot! This is the end, of the dreams, the hopes, the world! It’s us against the world, It’s us against the forces! The ground shook in it’s stillness,