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Pum Sid Apr 2021
Pens
were made
to remind me
that I still have something
to hold on to.

Pages
do exist
to make me understand
that they lived
for me to continue.

Words
are there
to show to me
that I am not alone.

Poetry
has its own ways
of telling me
that I am home.
low poetry Feb 2021
you should have an intention
to own yours attention

be conscious of your species
be unpredictable like dices
use more spices
smell your faeces

constant flow of changes
be with it, don’t try to hold
write your own pages
be patient, free and bold
kiran goswami Dec 2020
I will turn the pages this time,
Not the tables
But the pages

For the chapter is over now.
annh Nov 2020
π™Έπš—πš” πš‹πš•πšŽπšŽπšπšœ 𝚊𝚜 πšπšžπš›πš’ πšŒπš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽπšœ,
π™·πšŠπš•πš-𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ πš‘πšžπš›πš•πšŽπš
π™Ώπš˜πš˜πš›πš•πš’ 𝚊𝚝 πš‘πš˜πš—πšŽπšœπš πš™πšŠπšπšŽπšœ;
π™°πš— πšŽπš‘πšœπšŠπš—πšπšžπš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš™πš’πš›πš’πš.

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πš‚πšŒπš˜πš›πš— πš›πš’πšπšŽπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πšπšŠπšŒπš‘πšŽβ€™πšœ πš›πšŽπšœπšŒπšžπšŽ, πšπšŽπš—πš’πšŠπš• πš’πš— πššπšžπš’πšŒπš” πš™πšžπš›πšœπšžπš’πš.
β€˜She was fury, she was wrath, she was vengeance.’
- Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows
Juno Oct 2020
the scratch of a pen as it glides across the paper,
ink pooling in the words.
a stain on fingers here and there,
rustling pages full of thoughts.
sunlight filters in through curtains,
settling on the pages like snow on the ground.
ink bleeds through to the blank side of the paper but the pen keeps writing, regardless.
kind of ironic to write this on a screen.
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