Magic and Truth

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Happiness is somehow underrated
or its either disguised in love.
Love is accused of driving us insane
or taking away our life.
Life is often criticised.
Criticism is hardly ever agreed upon or liked.

Even the fine line inbetween them all is at such imbalance.

Humans claim to have superior brains.
Science, Psychology, Philosophy
So many fields of studies in which humans prove to excel at
Yet,

Humans cannot understand Humans itself.

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And it is we who we fear the most.

At the end, it's always our own conscience that we do not trust.
We know for once that no matter how confident we make grow
something that might always deceive us

is us.

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S c a r l e t L e t t e r

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Few things about him kept me hanging.

How he hated me partly yet loved me whole,
Explored the body but never my soul.
His words that once caressed are now hard to swallow,
For he loved me deep, left me hollow.

S c a r l e t L e t t e r

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Hug me t i g h t.
Tighter.
Until my bosom is
pressed against yours,
until we we start
breathing hard.
Don't let me go,
till I lay my head
on the pillow
of your shoulder
and fall asleep
to the lullaby
your breath whispers
in my ears.

After the nap feels
satisfied,
wake me up
with a kiss
on my neck.

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Pieces of my scattered ruins,
destroyed love,
unfortunate thoughts,
depressing experience
and a broken yet a little alive life
makes my poetry
a crowning accomplishment.

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How very convenient to conceal ruins
inside a skin so radiant.
How human to hide
tears behind smiles.

How very artistic
to bury feelings behind art.
How very poetic
to camouflage life behind words.

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You always wondered
why I was so depressed.
Like sadness was one of my
major personality.

Little did you know,
If we were to live together,
if I woke up to you everyday,
if you were in every part of my life,
if you were basically my entire life,
you'd never see my smile drop.
You'd probably never see me
shed a sad tear.
You'd most likely see a new me.
A me who was hardly known to sadness
and wonder if it was the same me
who was once drowned in melancholy.
The same me you once knew.

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You're sad
about the things
you asked for
but never got.

But are you happy
about the things you got
without asking?

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