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Devotion

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<b>3 AM Thoughts Bludgeon Me in Broad Daylight</b>

3 AM Thoughts Bludgeon Me in Broad Daylight

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*smokescreen*

Obfuscate- Don’t let their gazes penetrate, Leave them wondering if they knew me at all;

Unbreachable- Compel a facade so cynical, Doomed to forever keep scrabbling at my walls;

Truthfully- I’m a sheep in snakeskin mimicry, My very softness would make their skin crawl.

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Redeem, Rinse, Repeat

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Pandora's Box

Pandora’s Box

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Whimsy

I am not somebody’s afterthought, To be cast aside And tossed around like kitchen waste;

My name cannot be spilt from your mind, As though it were Just another string of letters in your overflowing lexicon;

Waste not your callous breath on disparaging What we once shared To poison someone else’s living memory of me;

Forever hold your peace in this thought-

My love once lost- In the blink of an…

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A Beautiful Mess

Some days, you just hold it all in. And then there are days which leave you scrambling for the phone, trying frantically to let it all out before it festers within you and sours you inside-out. You try, you really do. But in the end, you burst forth like a thundercloud raining acid on everyone and everything around you. Those are the times when you measure your worth over the tenuous balance of…

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Clean Break

It’s not a fresh start if you’re still haunted by the ghosts of everything that’s past.

How do you revisit fond memories without leaving them marred by the harsh present?

When a place is reduced to the echoes of days gone by, to spend even a moment longer is like rubbing salt in a wound. How, then, do you make it feel like home again, when everything that made it so is gone?

You can only tell…

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An Exercise in Rhetorics

Oh dear Lord. Here’s another friend request. Why can’t it ever be Kanan Gill? Why is it always, always some completely random creepy dude! Why, dear dude? Why must you reach out to me so out of the blue? What made you click on that Add Friend button, when we have nothing in common? Not even prior sightings. What did you hope to achieve out of this? A tribute blog post, perhaps.

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Synchronicity

Being of an age when you can choose your friendships- fall into congruity with persons so different yet so innately right – is a wonderful facet of college life and I’m so very glad to have experienced it with you two. For the better part of three years, you have given me compassion, companionship and unwavering loyalty. Together, we have overcome every trifling tribulation with steadfast levity-…

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A Pinch of Existentialism

Have you ever wondered at the possibility of living in a multiverse? That right now, there is another you out there, making a different choice that will ever so slightly alter the course of their life as you know it. That at every minute, there are thousands of minute deviations from the life you’re currently living, culminating in an existence utterly alien from yours. Maybe your parallel…

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Why Do Books Hurt So?

Why Do Books Hurt So?

What is it about books that can profoundly impact your state of being? True, the same can be said about a number of other art forms, but for the sake of this conversation (and the medium closest to my heart), I shall consider articles in print. Consider a book to be a glorified musical piece. Each an acquired taste, each invoking something in the depths of you. (Although, the same could be said…

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Soliloquoy

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Paranoia

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Love's Labour Lost

Love’s Labour Lost

Wherefore might not but thee shun me so, mine own love. How can thee, aft’r i shower’d thee with mine own affections? For months I has’t did hold thee in mine own loving hands. Nev’r did love anoth’r; nev’r still did look at anoth’r. Thou wast the sole object of mine adoration. Yet thou ditch me so. Mine heart doth feel broken into a million pieces. Nay, two million. At which hour I first hath…

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Haiku

Presenting a collection of my attempts at concocting haikus: (more…)

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The Magpie Within

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