What Are We?

What are we? Such happy beings over our skins, smiles everywhere. Moving our heads left and right to prove nothing’s wrong. What are we? In the inside, lines of cracks drawn from left to right. What are we?

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Come | A Poem

Come join me, there’s nothing a warm cup of tea cannot heal. Come, let us play the broken piano with a few misplaced keys, it’s music still beautiful. Come, come away with me, as I take you through time, the time machine conjured in words. Come, do not hide. Come, maybe for the first and…

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Battles Inside, Battles Outside | Poetry

There’s a battle, an unknown untold one. One that is filled without the vision of what meets the eye. One that is considered unlikely for the knight to fight. One that dishonors souls, because the knight should have won. And this is a tiny battle, they tell her. But battles are all the same, battles…

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Probability | Poetry

Two numbers, 0 and 1 and between them lies these probabilities, endless as they may seem. 0 and 1 and these probabilities. Do you know how heavy it can be to hold them, everything between 0 and 1, feeling like eternity. It would rather be simple if it were 0 or 1, instead of the…

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