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Truth is for years I hated the person I saw, Battled internally with my looks, Took pills to lose the weight, starved myself to look a certain way, I was never content with the image I saw, I worked out five times a day, Never slept, because in my mind
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Can you walk that branch halfway up the old oak? No hands. It’s wide, and strong and ancient but it’s a long way down— all the way down. Down to safety, to habit, to the soft rot of comfort. A warm bath filled with decay. It would be
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As I went out of the university today, I started feeling some weird discomfort. I did not exactly know what it was, what it meant, and where it came. An individual is sometimes absolutely unaware of his true position, whether he is moving on, or wandering purposelessly. That has hit
Don’t worry, my sweetest, I write you into every poem. Even if we can’t see each other, I read you every now and then— While holding the book of love To my heart. It whispers your name, your eyes, Your sweet cheeks and your red nose— Which is
So you're the one I didn't see, you're the one who wasn't there when you was supposed to be. You came for the fruit of the tree I planted myself, you came for its branches just to set them on fire- to
This valley is so big as if it has no end full of green grass, every blade of grass is the same. I am a colorful flower in all that greenery, I rise upright as the Sun bathes me in its radiance. My beauty is in vain, all the shine
So let me write my poetry on your unadorned feet, so that it can dance to the heart of a magical beat. As we know, some sit under the solitude tree, and some are sunk within the boundaries of being free. And here we are, debunking the status quo built
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I had to let you go- It broke me to do so. But you didn’t, Couldn’t, Wouldn’t, Love me in the way that I needed to be loved. I tried, I swear I did- I fought myself, my heart, my mind, and my soul Just to be
It is what it is. “It is what it is” I say as I am drowning in my own pool of tears- And I can feel my heart slowing- Slowly dying with every breath, Breaking more and more, Tendon by tendon. “It is what it is” I say as I
I see you even though you are far away All nice words i want to say, But I can't stay I'm leaving with the day. When the Sun shines I disappear Once again I leave with fear, I leave defeated without a fight I'm
"Old men are dirty men. Playful like cubs," printed the twenty-year-old pulp fiction. I didn't know the margins of dirt until my twenties. He saw the cerulean-blue, flowery cotton kurti dancing over my nutty brown skin. My young, careless façade, chatting with everyone, made me look
The day has finally arrived The Sun is visible on the horizon, The endless horizon that is lost in sight- is now before me. I have torn fear from my heart, only courage remains, I feel no remorse or regret, because on the day of death it is worth being