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20/stardust aging not by years but stories
This moment Too bold to put in words Too stunning to be confined in a photo frame so I tattooed it on my heart imprinted it on my bones feel it flow in my blood I grab it tight hold it close I did not let go even when I reach the end of the fall and my body breaks into a million stones There's a time where all I wanted to do was blend in Then I realise being different gives me such thrill I embraced it Then all i wanted to do was stand out
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
Quiet
People never listen anymore With ears They seek out the one who loves to spread words People never care anymore With ears They thought have understood the story from the narrator Infact they were the sidekicks The insignificant petty villagers While they could have asked the characters themselves Paint the picture themselves They don't care anymore To put the effort in They would rather just hear it from somewhere Then pretend they learnt everything there is to learn about the story Fact is It wasn't your story to care for at the first place It's not caring it's plain boredom and hopes to be the holy judge of 'none of their business' Care is not like that When will the peasants see The truth the truth that lies lies between the teller and facts the teller and players
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
Listen without ears
twenty-two taught me to never Abandon. like my father it taught me that it is not Blind. like my mother it taught me it is to Carry. like any other burden it taught us to Dance. for Eternity... that life can be Filled. with Genuine. Happiness. we are barely twenty. yet it was, is, will be Infinite.
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
22
Fate has been the kindest Defying society's cruelty It tries its best to preserve the shattered dreams and fantasies Fate wept for the brokenhearted Don't **** it Fate is on our side
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
Don't **** it
Why can’t we just run away? Far from this Anywhere could be home. They say make a life out of this. We chose life outside of this Still it is ours Not a dream But the dream
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
Escapism -
Cuddly stuffed Soft as pillows Smooth sensation Sweet tooth From beaten cream Melting into colours Crackling woods Bliss surrounding Peace at home Eyes on you On my side, between white sheets Simple for eternity
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
A Love Confession to Comfort
I value loyalty above all. You stick by my side no matter what. No matter good or bad, right or wrong. Loyalty isn't agreeing with everything, it is on your side, no matter what, it is staying, knowing how wrong, but believing one day would do right. Loyalty is guidance, support and company no judgements. Like Alfred to Batman. However, Alfreds are rare since the dawn of time, I am grateful to have you, but understanding betrayals. No longer are you let into my heart.
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
Alfred to Batman
is it too early to think about bliss? we thought we could have met a little earlier than this
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
Two
A phrase that carried weight since childhood Not only for how fairytales got me through long weary nights But the longer I write this story called Life I realise how it ends and of course knew How it had begun As a maniac with worlds within wishing to bring magic with every touch Every moment in life could be pinned down as a start So the phrase would fit every moment any second To deliver stories or emotions craved to convey Or when lost to be a compass imprinted on her left forearm With it as a reminder that she is dancing on a canvas brush in hand Once upon a time she was just so little.... then things no longer.... but fear not as everything is going just where it needed to go The End
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Once Upon A Time
Memories from a lifetime ago Seems beautiful innocent and happy.  All I seem to want to do  Is go back And hide among the curtains of white sheet. So familiar  So sheltered An urge to flip through photo albums  Gentle touch on faces that are strange yet peaceful But it is all gone now  Like waking up from a dream  Then given evidence of the once-reality How am I not to confuse it with a dream  When all that fell apart  Was the moment that door slammed shut  Picture frames on the walls dropped to the ground Just like how she dropped to the ground  Leaving two kids standing hand in hand  despite constant fights the sister has One clueless on the surface burying it deep And one helpless heartbroken ever since With a baby girl weeping from their bedroom The first betrayal happened  before the young learnt of all the evils that exists He too died that moment From then on they grieved  The child dont dare ask about the fairytale  When she saw her empty eyes staring into space From time to time  A familiar-faced benefactor come along  The ghost brought little warmth and support  “I am turning out fine” she whispered with every step she takes him - the only confirmation she gets for her clueless questions about the princess-like life
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Reading an Old Story