From “Je Ne Sais Quoi”
Your charm paints our gloomy world
with glimpses
of what the Divine bask in
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Eyes :
Garnets, emeralds, and sapphires;
Magnets of attraction we are met with,
Entries to the soul,
and vessels for inspiration;
They are the cornerstones of our beauty
and the frames of reference for our thought formations;
Sophisticated and vigilant,
they exist solely to imbibe the wonders of the world . . .
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Isn’t it profound that
Even the moon,
Divine
and astonishingly beautiful,
veils its radiance?
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Risks we don’t take eventually occlude us into an artificial, stagnated life
of little to no ebb or flow.
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Onyx . . . Dark, morose, and boundlessly mysterious –
A gem nonetheless.
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Imagine being submerged
into an endless sea of doubt.
The doubt drowns you,
but also strengthens you
as you learn to scale the
treacherous waters you prematurely
misnamed failure.
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When the cascades of doubt begin
to arise, expect a tsunami.
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Sometimes
the inflictions of loneliness
confer such deep wounds
to our sight that we
cannot even distinguish between
remedies and poisons.
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All the water in the world cannot
restore our tears.
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May it rain tempests on this daunting night.
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I strongly believe
in some other medium,
SILENCE
is the loudest sound.
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Sometimes
I miss my old self
so much,
I feel like I’ve lost an old friend.
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Watch out for friends who are like banyan trees;
they steal your sunlight to grow taller,
then overshadow you
with their competitively larger leaves,
keeping you suffocated, inferior, and deprived beneath them.
Like parasites, they are often latent,
not visibly presenting their damage
until it is too late.
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Your brain is an instrument,
and your thoughts are the music it plays.
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Perfection is.a paradox;
it doesn’t exist yet it is demanded.
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Like a rose,
our minds delicately
unfetter,
Surrendering all abilities
to deny emotion.
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Enchanting are the nights we are alone, but not lonely . . . away from harsh subsistence, and free to introspect; we detoxify from irrational feelings of inadequacy and our heavy apprehensions . . . see, we are programmed to be in tandem with normalcy, but we require reprieve from the cacophonies of the world. Without it, we become like the masses.
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The human body is an orchestra,
comprising melodic instrumentalists
such as our organs; it plays symphonies for us-
enchanting tunes of love that we have gradually learned to tune out.
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Even if it takes everything from you,
even if in the end you are a bloody mess,
a fragmented version of yourself,
like a boxer who has taken enough hits
to be in imminent danger;
And even if every last cell in your body
cries for reprieve you still mustn’t stop.
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Some people are a poet’s dream,
With gazes so consuming,
Beauty deeper than oceans,
And this unmistakable familiarity,
That, with just a single glance,
Imprints on one’s soul.
