The book has fallen sick
The stylus writhing in pain
Pages have turned so bleak
Without musings of the brain.
The artist lost in thought
His words rhyme no more,
His feelings don't work,
His fingers no longer sore.
It takes a long, long time
But the illness is not healed;
The poetic block strikes hard,
And creative flow stays sealed.
He waits for the day,
He scrapes through the night,
And then something happens;
He regains his literary might.
He feels anguish and pain,
A sudden gush of emotions,
To write down his sadness
Created by illogical notions.
The words will flow again
And so will the ink,
Poetry will now be served
To find that "missing link".

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Embedded in the solitude
That engulfs your pain
And dissolves your sadness
While you sob and cry alone
In the depths of darkness,
Far away from home.

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... but nowadays they
often become dark
enough to threaten
the same.

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That night when I was asleep,
A thought entered my dream;
Shivers went down the spine,
Chaos through the bloodstream,
A confusion in my consciousness,
A cherophobic feeling,
My calm face turned sweaty
And I saw a creepy thing.
Those eyes I can't ever forget,
That masked face was so pure,
Those gentle hands were a total bliss,
No disease they couldn't cure.
She came near my bed
And held my pale hands
A droplet cut through the air
And blooded my hair strands.
She was hurt, the mask was red;
But pain, she didn't know
The angel on earth was brutally hit
By a sturdy broken Arrow.
Silenced by the homicidal public,
Tortured by the ignorant power,
She was still saving my life
And bleeding by the hour.
I woke up from my nightmare
And saw, to my utter shock,
I lay there dead but so did she
As my family smashed her with a rock.

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Your complexion or your
Thoughts can make you
A fair or dark person.
But the emotions you show
They make you beautiful.

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There is a faithful grace,
A morality-clad base,
And a quantum of solace
Which one may not trace
Even if there is a guess
That he is in a huge mess
And involved in a case
For the theft of a costly dress.

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Sometimes a Mask does not keep the pain at bay.
Sometimes a Mask does not make you a superhero.
Sometimes you don't wear a Mask just to hide yourself while standing up for others.
Sometimes you wear a Mask to protect those you care about.

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Finding a ray of light even in the darkest hours;
Seeing a friend whose majesty always lifts up your mood;
Living moments which inspire you to dream big for the next ones.

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A cup of coffee, a book and the
company of yours truly, in an
attempt to spend some more
time with Nature.

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