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Tag: Poetic
Love stories
Oh! To get lost in others' stories again, of love and loss constantly reimagined, reasons to feel, empathy to seep, Through to my very bones, As I pictures me in that love, that Home, tears flutter under these external shutters, layered over a simmering flame, that only finds written reasons to feel again, weeping inconsolably, [...]
Life
Look at all these people in their thousands, Yearning for an existence that fulfils them.
#NaBloPoMo #29: Poetic Greed, my chained thoughts are not free..
Interesting meeting with a man today. Reminded continually of the frailty in essence of the existence of 'the' human condition. How existence is a personal experience, felt, reflected and renegotiated individually in the midst, in the bosom of society and culture. All guarded I was, Sat serene, unsure as you buzzed, My mentality a little [...]
#NaBloPoMo #27: …. Blank space.
Because so many thoughts, fleeted out feet first, taking over hours, clamouring over yet more barriers. Idiosyncracies met horror, met hurt, met anxiety.. And now I feel, still breathe, all whilst I suffocate in this sea. trained, trapped and tricked into their histories - this is the life I perceive.
#NaBloPoMo #18: An awakening of sorts
Sometimes I regret this youth's rude awakening. I am lost to an unknown world, banished to roam it alone, unknowable cannot relate this viewpoint I have, straddling converging, conflicting thoughts and hopes, constantly muted by each and every world, all corners that conflate only in the instances to tell me I am wrong, perverse, without [...]
#NaBloPoMo #10: Keep Going – What is this? Poetry.
Before I begin, I should clarify the "missed day thing" - not just because I want to be a "good girl" and not loose any points .. but seriously back away from the points. Anyway for as long as I remember I've worked on a biological farmers clock. Maybe it has something to do with [...]
#NaBloPoMo #8: The Precipice that could Swallow this Crow.
Waiting for the day when nothing else remains. When all that we have and were will refuse to remain, The day that I cease to torment us with this simmering hate, The day you again love what I -What WE can create, The time that can be dedicated to ourselves and not, When love is [...]
My day
By taking away my only companionship, You ostracised me, I was alone and vulnerable today, Emotional and ill, Stressed to the hilt, Saddened beyond belief, Could you not see? Surely as a determined fellow woman, My gendered mirror in this unclear ether, You should be able to see me here. Ask my name, Wonder from [...]
New Mantra.
Make amends another day. You will always get a chance to explain. But it is not this day and is not in an electronic way. If they truly know you they will know what it is you were trying to say. Language manifests, connections are made, life is but a test. The score is not [...]
Mariam Kauser 