Poetry Wednesday
I am but a humble writer
Always complimented
Never appreciated
Never understood
Never read
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For such compliments are lies
Lies to hide the face of my incompetence
To hide my inability to convey the beautiful
The ugly
And the complex
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Poetry Wednesday
Why is it only in distress
that motivates me to write poetry
Never in happiness
Never when the heart is content
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It speaks volume of the mind of the writer
The mind of the human
And the mind of the reader
Who encourages such depressing behaviour
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Poetry Wednesday
A story long forgotten
Never read
Never understood
Where do the readers hide?
Those that would make the story whole
Validates its content
Validates its creator
And the message it tries to convey
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Like a fungus,
a story needs a narrative connected
Brought together by the minds and fantasies of the reader
Existing not only on paper
But at a conscious level as well
Beyond the words of its creator
Beyond the language of the written word
And into the matrix that we call
The universe
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Poetry Wednesday
A story long forgotten
Never Read
Never understood
Where do the readers hide?
Those that would make the story whole
Validate its contents
Validate its creator
And the message it tries to convey?
Read the entire series here: Confidence Lost
Every night they haunted me
Stories that didn’t exist
Stories that I refused to make
That was trapped inside my mind
Only at night did their powers awaken
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With control over my body,
they made me walk the night
Scream the night
Never giving me rest
Only when I finally wrote them into existence
Sealing them in ink and paper
Did they vanish from my dreams
Giving space for new ones
New stories to be made
With all my great capacity to imagine and convey the fantastic; why can’t I imagine someone sitting next to me? What she would be like; what she would look like?
Am I incapable of seeing another person in my life? Or perhaps that person doesn’t simply exist; the one to make me whole, the one to support me and always be by my side?
I’m destined to be alone for I’m an egoist. Not capable of love. Not capable of showing affection. Only when I change will that person materialize before me. Only then will I meet her, the one, the one destined for one another.
He is the creator of all that is good
And all that is evil
The caster of doubt
The Lord that cast us away
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Though, in his infinite wisdom
Gave us a way to repent
Gave us strengths to survive
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We are the children of Avos
The strength,
the mind
and soul of Avos
The manifest of his very being into our world
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One day he will take us back
Back to his kingdom
When we have repented
When we have been judged worthy to stand by his side once more
At the eternal kingdom of light
Of happiness
And contempt.
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It is unmistaken
The significance they have among our people
Though they are not of my kind
– In fact, they are of the kind I used to trust the least –
They are the strength that guides us
Keeps us together
The brother and the sister
The strength of Avos
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A creature so horrid, so deformed, that it could not possibly exist in this world.
Yet, such a creature lay before me, still withering in its deathly spasms
Though its body was grotesque – its meat was plentiful
I had many reservations eating such a thing
Not only of its hideous appearance,
its rat-like tail and gruesome fangs,
And gruesome fangs,
but also for what it had devoured before its capture
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All natural light is gone,
Save for a speck of precious yellow glow in the distance
Streaking between the branches above
Yet, the forest is illuminated
Glowing in different shades of purple
Some in light blue
Like a cave
I do not dare to stare directly at these luminescent plants
Who knows what they are made of
What they are capable of
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