Building A Relationship with Myself
Preparation, preparing myself for hurt. Destination, doing overtime to be where I want. Exclamation, screaming all my wins....
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Ego Death
I found a safe place to be inside my mind. I exist throughout the continuum of time. Time isn’t real, at the same time it’s minimal,...
The Hands of the Man Who Works Overtime
This short story gives us a glimpse into the lives of the working-class people in the London borough of Hackney. In a way, it is an ode...
Maybe The 2,500 Miles Is Not What’s Keeping Us Apart
My eyes are forced to meet my mother's. She gives me a blank stare, turns around, and refocuses on preparing tonight's dinner. Her eyes...
When Hollywood Cries
What happens when hollywood cries When she becomes tired of forging stars out of dust When the tears you put in her eyes cause her to...
My Last One to Die
I am mocked for being deluded by the superstitions regarding the power of celestial bodies to communicate my wishes to the Ultimate...
Victim of the Night Terrors
https://%40caribbean.love.poet./ They kept coming. I couldn't move and they kept coming, the large red ants were crawling up my legs and...
Life is a Treasure
This is our Neoteric Year Always keep Cheer Willpower is like a Gear Free from Fear Get rid of Drear Keep blissful without Tear Sometimes...
With You, Its More Than a Moment- Its a Whole Lifetime
They will come back, I promise to you. You just have to let them find you back. https://www.instagram.com/dejectedduplicate Glare at...
Deceiving Memories
It was the chocolate chip pancakes I would make for you on summer mornings But I had to be careful with how many chocolate chips You did...
To Whatever We Were
I never thought that you would be an afterthought Someone I do not even greet while passing Someone who shares a mutual disappointment...
The Things I Wish I Could Tell You
The things I wish I could tell you How I feel about you… My head rushes my legs shake You are always on my mind at the end of the tunnel...
The March Morning
Based on my experience during the COVID-19 pandemic. One beautiful March morning, But day for us looked different. Something wasn't feel...
An Old Friend
This poem is about an old aged friend with immense experience of life but a little knowledge of the modern technology. had a friend once,...
A Visitor
Most dreams don’t come true. A blessing, really. Often I find they are simply illogical random bizarre manifestations of the subconscious...
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