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The Fervour of Breath
John Doe From the veil, birthed, I was blind Lost - from night to night - unkind Ash or clay, that clad my heart I did not know, the end…
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On the horrifying ordeal of remembering
The first time I alluded to grief it felt as if I came in contact with myself––somewhat alarming voices of my mother drowned in floods, survivors of the water antagonising…
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fragility & fortitude: a poetry compilation
take a moment dear reader, today, i want you to do this stranger a favour. a favour not just for me, but a favour for yourself too. you can do…
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blood
prelude blood, invisible ink seeping through the pages of my life story trickling profusely – from invisible wounds, some inflicted recently, some from long ago but still remain invisible wounds…
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sometimes i think, but i’ll write for you — a poetry compilation
never is a promiseBy: Kyra i don't know what to believe, or who for that matter. time passes like a solar eclipse and i’m frozen here relying on you.cirque atop your…
Faith in Faithlessness: A Poem
The following article discusses topics of a sensitive nature so some readers may find the following content disturbing and controversial. The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed in the article belong…
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it’s complicated
early-july there’s an organ,full and begging, it bellows.you can’t hear it, or you can,but choose not to. so all i hear is static, whirring, thumping. tell me every terrible thing you ever…
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Cinta
Negaraku Land of which the heart of my feet grazes upon– I walk slowly, my feet submerged in rainwater, There is no shade above my head, but all the better,…
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the dying breaths of a swan
heartbeat weakening into a mockery of a pulse white feathers stained with red she curls up on a cold stone floor, our swan, our love bleeding life bleeding warmth. the…
A Self Portrait (and a whisper)
To my future self, who I am sure must bethe same as I am now, for stagnancy has always been our greatest friend, our oldest foe: Let us pretend, just for a…