Evenings—red, rose-colored, pink—often pacify people into forgetting their suffering. The sun half gone and the sound of water running its course through a stream, river, creek—lead people into a trance. They’ll be completely enraptured, and then they’ll see cruelty and inexcusable pain, again. Then they’ll see the moss on a tree and become entranced, again. They’ll be entranced, and…
Read More“untitled,” and “June 4, 2021.”
Untitled The only place I truly feel at peace is inside of a quiet mosque. Even if god doesn’t exist at all. The only place I feel legitimately at peace is inside of a quiet (and by that I really mean empty) mosque. Me, my book, and god. That’s it. The book doesn’t judge, abuse,…
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Suffering Negative experiences, negative overall contexts, and certain memories preoccupy you, and will continue to do so until you are buried under the earth, and appear lifeless and immobile. As they should, perhaps. I’m starting to believe that these phenomena should induce intense suffering, or else you might not be classified as a feeling (sentient)…
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hey c: these are two (prose) poems I recently finished. Actually I don’t know whether or not I should edit these further; idk if it’s the best it could be, now c: thx** for checking this out. Tragedy I wish I could be rain that pours on a city. Each drop would contribute to the…
Read Morerough draft of a poem :3
Hi :3 I’ve been writing this prose poem for like two weeks :3 this is just a rough draft :3 I actually don’t know if I like the tone of this poem…I don’t think it actually conveys much emotion or anything…it just sort of gives some thoughts, and information. But then again, not all poems have…
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