Category: Poems
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I have no strength left in my fingers
in PoemsThe fatigue in my fingers makes it hard to express the emotions in my head through writing. My worn-out hands struggle to keep up with daily tasks, leaving me feeling resentful and powerless.
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Until next time
in PoemsThe future holds a bleak landscape: melting glaciers, vanished children, and unscrupulous power. As the world teeters on the edge of catastrophe, we’re consumed with personal struggles, oblivious to the impending crisis. While we drown in daily hardships, the world is slipping away. Can we afford to ignore the inevitable?
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I piled my anxiety in couplets
in PoemsI wait in darkness, longing for change. Skeptical of hope, as I seek solace in nature, but find only emptiness. A collaborative project for @firstlinepoets
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It bounds to happen anyway
in PoemsLife’s little mysteries: Why does rain surprise us? Why does the train snub us? Why can’t they fix that lamppost?
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I search for depths
in PoemsThe search for depth and mutual understanding amidst cultural representation and performative activism. (My 100th post after running this blog for five years!)
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A flawed human
The favorite thing about myself is the constant clashes, the freedom to feel, the contradictions that make me flawed but humane.
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Living, once again
in PoemsIn recent times, I’ve been asked: “Why this and that?” Why engage with others? What consumes me now? I spent years in darkness, lost. Now, I reclaim life, embracing all its ups and downs.
Paracosmic 