hope
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One can hope
My anger has cost me like a dirge of annihilation sweeping across a coastal town with its multihued tiny houses, blackwashing them until beauty sets her sights yonder, alighting on distant plains, and I’m ~dancing on my own~ hoping one day I’ll fight these demons, beat them with a song of triumph — a crescendo… Continue reading
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Change
I’m seeing another psychiatrist tomorrow to solve a more than a decade problem of sleepless nights, anxiety badly harmonising with my soul’s music, and depression feeding on my energy like a leech, getting fat while I become emotionally malnourished and eat and smoke and drink, hoping pork chops, Marlboro Reds and wine will become a… Continue reading
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As I grow older
As I grow older, my distress is more with me, more than ripest foliage and shadows of fall, time and circumstance make it hard to see that there might be more than pain’s illegible scrawl, that fate promises more age to age beyond each day’s pale, disquieting throes, the aubade with its… Continue reading
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Silence
I’ve never had it easy, but I don’t say that on a note of cloying self-pity, a shrill E6, or in a way that makes my pain superior to yours, a sorrowed yet narcissistic boast. It’s just that I’ve never had it easy, even more so recently, struggling to find… Continue reading
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My world
When I was younger, the world beckoned me to explore it, to play football on the streets using the gates of houses as goals, to ride my bicycle into neighbouring districts, finding unfamiliar faces my age and befriending them, but as I grew older, I sought to bring the world to… Continue reading
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Eden
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace. – Milan Kundera I’m sitting on the veranda of the old mountain cottage, looking at the verdant valley when, through the deep caves of thought, I hear… Continue reading
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Acid rain and obsidian
If you’re a poet (in the traditional sense), you’ll look at the stars with a hint of melancholy and pen an ode to an imagined lover looking at them in a different city. You’ll write about how you share a mystical connection with her that transcends the boundaries of space, but sadly, not time. You’ll… Continue reading
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On Ashen rains and fire
Sometimes the thought of living fills me with exuberance. I think of poetry, art, and music, and an insatiable hunger to create seizes me. But then, sometimes the thought of existence distresses me and fills me with the dread of a pagan on Judgement day. And though I look for a balance, an Autumn that… Continue reading
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The antidote
For this reason, I created you, so swallow the pitch-black chaos, calm the tempest, brighten the dark places with luminescence until I’m a gentle Nemesis walking through corridor after corridor, pursuing no one, not even my thoughts, until I have Goku’s spirit, until I float and dance with the rhythm of the wind, possessed by… Continue reading
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Togetherness
You pray in perfect sentences like an architect’s muse has grazed each phrase, and I want to tell you that God prefers groans from the deepest recesses of the soul. I hate your Pentecostalism, believing it’s religious babble amounting to nothing, but then I remember you wept when I did, when friends forsook and rejection… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
Ordinary Person 