This Night…

She felt, in that moment that their souls had crashed together and merged… Like every aspect of their minds, hearts, bodies and souls were bleeding together. This night, She stands in front of her mirror, That big square reflection of her life, Eyes on her eyes, hand touching her hand… She feels alone, absent a…

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Fade Away

He who doesn’t understand your silence, will never understand your words… Hurt and pain, the poetic kind Mere ideas and we, its creator To describe that severe form of loss When we lose what we held so dear It is incapable of description It is nothing but abstract You can’t explain the nature of it…

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To You From Me

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much a heart can hold.”  – Zelda Fitzgerald Are you alive? Real? Or are you the most beautiful dream that I have had in years? Are you an angel — or a figment of my imagination? Someone I fabricated to fill the void? To soothe the pain?…

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Road Block

“Artistic temperament sometimes seems a battleground, a dark angel of destruction and a bright angel of creativity wrestling.” – Madeleine L’Engle Everyday we drive through the same roads, Go through the same motions, Follow the same routine, But everyday, we see different faces, We feel different vibes, We notice different emotions, And then every emotion…

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