Tag: Poetry
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Letters from my Unconsciousness
You plague my dreams, As if you have not plagued my life enough, Tainting my concept of love, And what it means to be cared for And touched. You plague my dreams, Knowing i have only ever known guilt, From the time I chose myself over you. And considered my feelings more important than your…
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Apricity is the Perfect Word
Apricity is the perfect word, Among all, it’s the best one I’ve heard. The other words won’t do you justice, For you, you ought to be the most I cared for. It is the warmth of sun in winter, And what a warm feeling you brought. All of a sudden, a tempest—a killer— Came and…
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The Land Shall Never Forget
I loathe the word “ethnic cleansing,” for it implies the land must be cleansed— of its indigenous people, as if they are to be wiped away. But they are the roots, woven deep, earth and soul intertwined, indispensable to one another. Indigenous people weep as their trees burn. The flames consume, their breath, their life,…
