Poetry

The plainness of life

It is an irony that you gear up up for problems, Only to have nothing to say when you encounter them. When you are prepared to face the problems of life, It is too late to articulate words. That time is not in your heart to say, But plunders your mind of what was wasted,… Continue reading The plainness of life

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Poetry

The alieness of love’s touch

There is not a song in my heart which plays an effect. There is not a line in between the great modesties of explanations. Neutrality dictates and holsters me, Its voice beacons in trap cages of darkness and guilt. Nothing ever gives what it takes, Whether it be the death of a friend or the… Continue reading The alieness of love’s touch