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Tag: Self
#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 [...]
Deadlines, Deadline, Deadlines,
Deadlines, Deadline, Deadlines, Strange how time flies, Hours, Minutes, seconds, Time cries, When you don't rely on love. Their affection is not present, Slow searches A manifestation of electronic desperation Lone in hate, pain and fear itself Slowing your mind, wounding your slice of life Those happy times refuse to be rewound, In your mind's [...]
No contact, No connection.
It's hard to want you, To not seek and search for you, Our interconnectivity makes it hard to break free, Its harder still when I feel I need you, I yearn for your responses and parts, Your wise lines, Your advice. But I'm slowly getting better, Though times make it difficult, To need your advice [...]
Saddened Tears Unsurety
I allowed myself leave Felt pushed out But still grasped at the dream One that would be beneficial for more than just us maybe, perhaps, someday, one that'll lead Them to not cuss Now I'm rediscovering my old friend She silently screams internally at me Dry-heaving as she drowns in fucked up dreams Unsure of [...]
Mariam Kauser 