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our words used to dance
used to waltz
used to wear tap shoes so the whole world could hear them.
our words smiled
as the letters moved with the music
as the sentences created themselves in the rhythm.
but now our words stumble.
intoxicated,
they try to dance but the twirling makes them hurl.
tired,
they have taken off their tap shoes.
the letters,
the sentences
tangle themselves in our hair.
the smiles that once were now falter—
there is no rhythm.
there is no music.
used to waltz
used to wear tap shoes so the whole world could hear them.
our words smiled
as the letters moved with the music
as the sentences created themselves in the rhythm.
but now our words stumble.
intoxicated,
they try to dance but the twirling makes them hurl.
tired,
they have taken off their tap shoes.
the letters,
the sentences
tangle themselves in our hair.
the smiles that once were now falter—
there is no rhythm.
there is no music.
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Enough
My skin is pale with blinding hopes; shotty wishes that strike my sins well.
Hollow, humming wells that've never been more dry and cold.
Feeble in the wake of a Goddess
And miserable in the light of day.
Superb at his timely drunken stupor,
From where Repetition leaves one in a glass half empty;
Mercury to the brim.
Grey and dense, I am.
My mind is black with tangled thoughts; painful ideas that threaten to choke.
Twisted, twined masses of thread that’ve never been more choatic and torrid.
Anemic in the aftermath of a divine Man
And melancholic in the light of day, feeling less than.
First-rate when she consumes poison.
From where str
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Resilience
You’ve heard of child prodigies – Mozart, Picasso, Pascal, Marie Curie.
They were blessed with talents at such a young age and given the opportunity to flourish. Of course, the education systems today in many countries takes that as an example, allowing more advanced youth to fast-track.
Success stories are aplenty. Interviews on them showcase their desire to challenge themselves in pursuit of knowledge. Sure, some struggles are mentioned but the picture that you see is still a bed of roses with maybe only a thorn or two in its midst.
But do you actually know what they faced? Do you see beyond the roses, its blood red dye hidin
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Hope
When no one else ever seemed to notice me,
You were the first to say "hello".
And you did so with beaming joy.
When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,
You were the one who sat by my side.
And listened with an open heart.
When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,
You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.
And you made me feel like somebody.
When I thought of so many reasons to die...
You became my reason to live...
And I will never forget that.
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Emojis sure can't carry a beat.