Lost Human Poems

In chambers filled with laughter, light, and carefree sound,
A discordant echo hangs, heavy and unbound.
A specter in the corner, draped in deep shadows,
A chilling truth...

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My Faults bleed fear
Shout with anger
Ooze regret
Lavish in the art of feeling sorry for myself
Haunt my very existence
Nights cold
Days unbearing
My faults have defined me
For so...

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- in those moments, it shines.
The nostalgia of an upside down
world glinting up through hourglasses of years,
a mark impressed upon flesh; a scar harbouring
simple childhood...

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Without a shadow's kiss, 
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace, 
 ...

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On all these battlefields, shrill howls,
 Corpses riddled with rotting bullets,
 Abandoned tanks on fire,
 Under this black sky of mourning, where death makes its...

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In the vast expanse of cosmic threads,
Where souls entwine and time unwinds,
A metaphysical dance of hearts and minds,
Human connection, a tapestry spreads.

In whispers of the...

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grey will not do metallic's justice
as silver shows no tempting

no, tones will pale into all skins
corridor lengths of emptiness
seen within computed eyes
and nothing the machines...

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Sweating she woke up,
soaking wet she was.
Nightmares from the past
coming to life.
       She got up and walked,
she wanted to...

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Graces for the Loved and the Lost

To the sweet graces afforded to us from above 
To the hand of tender guidance that is only born...

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Oceans and Winds

I have an obsequious unnatural inclination
To sustain my external compulsions 
And convert them to a pre-text of a sub-text
Of instantaneous conclusions
Bi-Partisan confusions, melted...

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Before

Before the world was made from space
Before the creation of the human race
Before the planting of the very first seed
There was the emotion of Love...

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I wanna be a human now,
Not just a mere puppet, somehow.
I can't force myself to smile,
Even if it makes you happy for a while.

I'm tired...

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In the mist of madness 
Over stepping the sadness
I open my eye and see
Lost souls seeking to be free
Trapped in the darkness seeking the light
Lost...

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Frosty Nights, Warm Hearts: The Allure of Four Cafes in the North

The night was frigid and desolate as I stood by the window of my...

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What am I? Who am I?
Not the one who believes what I am.
You know me? Yet I don't even know myself.
A figure of a make-belief...

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