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fallen poetry by scottshak

The Fallen

People fall in, They fall out, And yet they never learn That falling in Is supposed to give butterflies, While falling out, ashes. And that’s all there is to it – A series of falling in and out, Of broken hearts and reconciliations, Of tamed

everyone else image people in boxes

Everyone Else

My parents named me a very common name. You google it and thousands of Prashant Singh show up. They had unknowingly registered me to their very idea of normalcy. Maybe they secretly wished me to be like everyone else. But I am not everyone else.

nomad poem by scottshak

The Nomad

Sandwiched between places, I am a place Without a ground To call my own. I go here, I go there, Yet I am nowhere For a while; My while eats them alive. They talk in whispers, How my presence Bothers their heartless bodies. You wanted

an unmanned boat in the sea

The Unmanned Boat

Sea to the left, See to my right To find another hopeless sight, Down below death drowns, I might not ever make it out, And yet I try to find my wade, Clueless about a certain fate, Must be a land somewhere That my purblind

waiting hands image for poverty

Waiting Hands

Reading so much hope In so much less, You are warriors of dark Fighting for light. I wish you weren’t A mere statue of pity For comments pithy, Forgotten like people often Forget things unimportant. I have never known, I might have known; But the

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A split second Of eternal joy, A subway treat; A tasteful meet Of eyes and a face That might erase My today if tomorrow I don’t see you again. Like a whiff You dropped in, Akin to the kiss Of the first flake That stays

Staircase a short horror film poster

Staircase – A Short Horror Film

The second horror film I made is one of The Darkest Blog‘s story called “Staircase”. This time I had better cameras to work with, a proper script to helm and better music to use. The plot is about a friend zoned guy who wishes to

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Judge Me Not

Underneath your judging eyes, I feel naked, I didn’t ask to be tested Or to be toyed with, To be turned around, And then upside down, To be frisked with As you please, I am my own judge. I want to live a life Unbothered

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The Absence of Everything

I read pain on faces I had never seen weep; Could they cry too? Now I know – Joy isn’t anyone’s prerogative. You wish it were eternal, It never is. No matter how taut it is held, It always manages to slip through. Emotions are