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Shreya Ln Poem
The head becomes heavy every now and then
With pain
With narcissism
With anger
The mind is conflicting place
Sometimes empty
Others chaotic
Often lacking a sense of purpose
An escape
From the heavy head and conflicting mind
Is a temporary death
A moment of nothingness
Awaken those
Who have the will
And the strength
To lift this weight
Carry on with life
Oh life, meaningless life
Pawns of this life
Moved back and forth
By that power
Believed in by some
To give this meaningless life
Meaning
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There is no match for the little things
Honest to God
Nothing can bring me more joy
Than those little things
A whiff of a scent I knew years ago
Just for a second
Takes me back to that exact moment
With vivid surroundings and sights to reckon
The way my grandfather looks
At his world, as she speaks
His eyes attached to hers
Hers don't even notice
Coffee in a tiny glass
Just like in a restaurant I had forgotten about
Made me smile
Made me happy
Days are long, yet so very short
And these little things remind me to go on
That there is more
That I need to work hard to keep these little things
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Salsa for Baroque
To every song, Time dances
Never seeming to stop.
22 January 2022
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If the Rubik's Cube was Round
Would the Earth not?
Would the men with knives and pitchforks
After Eratosthenes be proud?
Would voyagers search far and wide
Once more for the famous edge
Only for the fall
If only the Rubik's Cube was Round
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What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
So you can feel this presence; my presence
Even after I inevitably leave
Profound in my apology to thee
Destined to become absent
From life’s apparent joys
I step aside from your podium
To be alone; to be coy
An illness, I’m told
Of the body, soul and mostly mind
One minute I’m ecstatic
The next, uncontrollably static
Born with it, I was
Control over it, I’ve never had
So when I leave
Make me one promise
To not forget
And never leave
You must bring me home
Until when, my perfume will have to be
Not to be
Miles asunder
Don’t give up on my fleet
Bring me home to thee
*This poem is about those who suffer from Bipolar Disorder and how they are benefitted from a strong support system.
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Horse driven carriages and umbrellas in the snow
Grey pavement, oh so dark
Gloomy every morning when the men are on the go
So happy when we used to have dinner as a whole
Oh my! Did you see that Mary has a telephone
Fascinating is not, let's go have a look
Maybe the girls and I will stop by for a cup of tea
And we'll admire the Boston sky as we sip in glee
Those were simpler times when we took pride in our own land
Had paper maps to guide our path
Went on joyous journeys, glad
Those were simpler times when we took pride in our own clan
What Hercules did is irrelevant
To me and all my lads
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Long it has been
My tunnel awaits
Long it will be
For me to awake
Darkness numbs
The loud surrey
Kindness keeps warm
I'm reminded not everyday
Secluded from this small world
Smaller it seems
But this too is enough
to bring joy or weep
Like every other sorrow
This tunnel is my morrow
And this too shall pass
With many more to follow
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There’s a silence
That’s so ambient
It’s volume soothes yet awakens the soul
I felt it once
And never again
It was just before
I no longer feel
I no longer breathe
I no longer compete
For all those things
That should have made me
Me
But did not
Unfortunately
I look back and see
It’s alright
At the end it sinks into one
Moment
The moment of truth
Where there is nothing but
Silence
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Life
Short, Long
Interesting, Terrifying, Boring
Family, Friends, Sins, Adventures
Caring, Soaring, Daring
Empty, Circular
Death
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Admiration for those who wear a cape
On a screen and in an amusement park
A child’s source of hope
An adult’s nostalgic core
Reverence for those who don’t
Everywhere they are
An adult’s aspiration spoke
To the cape they once wore
Screaming I believe I can fly
Jumping through hoops to save a life
Racing through smoke without a second thought
Making a difference, no matter how small
Every single one of us
Grows up to become a superhero
Pilot, Doctor, Firefighter, Human
Every dream comes true, Extraordinary or mellow
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