Tag: Poetry
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Hopelessly Hopeful
I think my problem is I’ve learnt to carry so much hope.Where once I turned to different thoughts less pleasant just to cope, I made a fundamental change in how I view my life. An ending I would like and not decided by a knife. And choosing that was harder, yes, but also brighter too;I thought…
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Compulsion
I close the window on myself before I break my gaze,Cut short the first and only breath of air I’ve had in days. What is this thing that moves my hand instinctively ahead,This foreign arm that reaches in to cut my single thread Of lonely twine I’d woven with the hope of sewing shutThe ever…
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Toys
I try to find the words to say but nothing comes to mind.Or should I say more honestly that words feel ill-defined When used as blunted tools to try and exorcise the noise, I feel just like a child again equipped with only toys. Except my toys are older now and missing half the parts. How foolish,…
Anthropologist Astray 