Monthly Archives: November 2019

Quo-etry

Poets are people who stand under a cloudy night, too busy gazing at the stars

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Talking to a rock

Mourning dew saturates your stone,silhouetted memories buried within me.Birds try to sing harmonic psalms,but only silent scores reach our ears.It’s difficult to say the right words now,when it was easy to say the wrong ones.here I am,Talking to a rock.Shows how desperate I am to talk to you,when I never let you say your piece.You’re […]

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My Forever Friend

She never understood the words I said.Instead,she’d rub her puffy tail against my head.Purr after purrI’d stroke her soft orange-hued fur.I honestly wouldn’t know what to do without her. It’s been 2 years now.I can still hear her meow.I still think about her somehow.Dawn-tinted skiesremind me of her golden eyes.I can still feel her curl […]

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Beautiful by Accident

Who would’ve guessedthat all the times you’ve brokenyou thought you were at your best.Like stained glassthe pieces look better nowthen they did before    

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