I Made Clouds Today

I made clouds today,floating from the tip of mydigital nib. Drew them on a tabletand painted as I watched the screen. I wanted the cloudsto be fluffylike cotton candy.Of course I can’t eat them. I made clouds today-blue sky and white clouds,soft like furs ofthe stray kitten. I made clouds today.

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A New Planner: A New Year Poem

What a trouble it is,a new year for the first few days.My hands so accustomedto the old date –writes it unconsciously all over.A few monthsand it is a habituntil another year comes by. What does a change of calendar dobut make me feel older,a little nervous of the passing timethat I seem to capturein my…

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Scattered

You find yourselfscattered –across time, across place,in the leaves of trees you’ve visited,or the words scribbled in walls, real and digital. Every piece is complete on it’s own,and yet when they come togetherthey make you more you than you. So you beginthis journeyto find your piecesthat you’d keptin various places,just to be safefor times when…

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Weeping Times

It begins from somewhere,a memory, a statement, a voice.And the tears come gushing inlike maddening storm to an otherwise perfectly solemn time. Weeping times, they areof things that cannot be changed,of things that aren’t accepted. We cry for these, don’t we?Everything else falls in between. So, my friend, when was the last timeyou had tears…

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Wrongs, Illusions, and the End

That one could feel wrongedwithout being wronged,is a strange thing. That just by existing,by being realthe heart could bleed –of course it’s job is bloodly. And thus, honestly serves only aslong as it’s sweet. Bitter thingsare bitter anyway. We’re seeking illusionsto pass till the only real thing comes – the end.

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Molecules

That by adding just one molecule unto another, a new element emerges- by one tiny little molecule. What then, can we do to each other both of whom a compact combination of uncountable molecules.

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