houses made of notebooks,
shadows in candle light,
dresses and dolls,
mornings and midnights,

stars of velvet,
cuckoo's songs,

the doodles,
the melodies,
the rhymes,

the stories,
the worlds.

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Is it worse,
to feel everything deeply,
Or,
to feel nothing at all?

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Amidst an apocalypse,

You're either frantic,
Or
You're numb.

Or
You're
strategizing
to
survive.

But the adrenaline rush,
the painkiller,
wears off,
far too soon...

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The angel bound
beholds the fading light;

the shroud of spectres loom,
the wings of Faith clipped,
the shards of hope scattered;

and yet left behind is,
the fourth phase,
and soft whispers,

of the dying symphony.

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Groping the walls
in the dark,
trying to find
my way,
I wonder,
if it's
a tunnel
leading
towards
light,
Or
is it
in fact a
prelude
to an
abyss?

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hearken! the tinkling of wind chimes intensifying;
I feel the zephyr caressing my skin,
now a gusty gale;
I see the sky yet only overcast,
thundering, lightning;
The drizzle has turned into,
incessantly pouring rain;
The shelter ain't for us to stay,
but it is to provide the required reprieve;
Hand in hand,
step by step,
we'll move,
through this turbulent twilight.

-

Perhaps sometimes,
it is better to make that mistake and learn,
rather than continuing to ponder,
whether it would be a mistake or not.

-

My eyes seeking,
something unknown;
In wonder,
desperate and yearning;
I keep stumbling,
in directions,
that may not lead me,
where I need to be.
"Straighten up, O little one!
See the streaming sunlight.
Follow your heart's instincts,
but let Reason be your guide."

-

Pit-pattering rain,
Thunderclaps, jittery nerves,
Lubb-dupp, my heart thuds.

-

I want to mean it,
when I tell myself,
I do not expect anything.

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