Aggressive lines of art

The lines in my hand are aggressive.They have this criss-cross fightsagainst the others. Some put up well,Some mark a scar,Some…

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Loneliness

Sometimes I like the noises around, It makes me feel less lonely. It breaks my heart when I witness no…

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Happy Daughter’s Day

While you carry the entireworld on your shoulders;There is a tiny beingpreparing herself to beyour support systemeven before you get…

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The Pawn Shop

If ever I got a chanceto pick a magical objectat the pawn shop then itwould be a crescent bladethat can…

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The Evil Queen X Dr. Frankenstein

What if I told you that I am that ‘Evil Queen’ who, pragmatically, established the clear boundaries of evil against…

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Tear

A part of me is holding back tearsas though these have found apermanent home in me.My hands clench in a…

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Monostich

Poetry is what we give back after consuming art for years.

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When the night sky confessed….

I was never a speck of dustbut a journal of those scattered soulswho poured their siphoned poetriesin an attempt of…

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The mess

To be excessively creative, you’ve got to deal with the mess.

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The Bet

A long time ago there were 2 friends, a writer, and a painter. Both were equipped with exquisite taste, talent,…

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