"now you're back | You're coming home | Put on my coat | I'm out the door"
my best friend is home.
I can breathe again.
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"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"
I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
all the love
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In my mind, this is who you'd find.
~Emily Bronte
Just so i know
- “The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it” (54)
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I sat still, while life passed me by
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- survival: a reminder
- you were the victim of my extinct ghosts, and I, o...
- for now, for me
- sigh
- familiar
- tonight i know i cannot sleep; words,...
- trick question
- error detection and Correction.
- "The time has come," the Walrus said, "To ...
- change. for freedom and peace
- reason
- deep down
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Come down, waste away with me, Down with me...
Ye voyeurs
- Meghana Naidu
- Bangalore, India
- Nothing compares to the allure and power of the written word. An architect, a writer,a poet, I enjoy the occasional photography Love animals and would hate to live in a world devoid of them Music gives expression to the lost thoughts deep within me.... \m/
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