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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

mirrors poem by scottshak


I feel nothing, nada, When I browse through all the faces in my time. Sunny ones, smiling kinds, contented minds, Adventures hide inside their green eyes. People are strangers without their thin masks; They wear them to pose a split second sign To create an idea

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Children of Now

We are the children of now, Written in impatience. We can’t wait for a day to come; That day might never come. Tomorrows will be todays someday, Let’s not waste another day And get it done right away. If you wish to save some, You can

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Turning around and over in my thoughts, I am nowhere near a slumber, I have somewhere to be, Something to see, Someone to be. My unrest is a world I choose to sleep in, Yet I fail to doze off Like I used to before, With a

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I fulfill promises I made to myself, You think I fiddle with my toys Trying to live my toy stories? Even if I might be in one, I care for none; I don’t care when you fail to see What I see, It’s not my

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Somewhere Else

Shrouded bodies, Crowded places, This isn’t the world I had dreamt of When I was a child in the head, I used to think a little more, And sleep a little less, Yet my dreams never failed To bring a future in my bed. Shiny

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To the Expectant

You are layering up your expectations, Like I am expected To run on your word. You want of me To become Your idea of me, While my ideas smother in my head. What of my expectations? What of them, you ask. Who would hurt the most

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The Boy Who Cried Love

Moments pure wash up my gate, My eyes hold rivers of faint memories That pour out one by one, Like a touch of a girl in my hand – Soft and not from this world. Of whispers sent through the wind When I was too

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Drowning Stars

City lights, You have drowned all my stars! Can I hate you more for Painting over my canvas? The quiet time of the lovers, Who used to prod for answers in the vast Had a world to explore; You have smeared it with your din.