life
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When nothing is enough
Trigger warning: This poem, though fictional deals with severe depression, suicide, grief. I visited you in the hospital yesterday. You’d survived your second attempt, much more gruesome than the first. People from church who never asked you how you were gathered around you like a shoal of bream around a diver. Praying and holding your… Continue reading
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Break up poem
Walking into the apartment where I spent so much time with you, I can’t help but be inundated with memories, the times we spent doing nothing but talking for hours on end about the most inconsequential things, the times we spent watching ‘something that will make us laugh,’ because we were so tired of the… Continue reading
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Post-Valentine’s Day Sonnet (with audio recording)
I think I’m letting go of the unsettling past with every tick and tock of the old clock, with each sweet, precious moment spent with you. I’m holding fast to rhythms, patterns, and things I’d deemed out of reach; songs, sequences, and echoes promising much more than dying haunts — the yellowing grass and spoilt… Continue reading
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A not so pleasant drive
I’m trapped in my old sedan. It’s like the Sicilian Bull, the fires roasting me, and in agony, I pound the steering wheel and press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass… Continue reading
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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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There must be more to all of this
I tried my best. I did what I could, she says, and my heart breaks. I want to hold her and tell her that everything will be okay, that we’ll settle down in a small cottage nestled in the mountains overlooking a verdant valley with a friendly golden retriever named Buddy. But everything crumbles in… Continue reading
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A simple man
I cannot understand what you’re trying to say. I wish you’d rid your poems of fluff, obscure allusions and weird alliterative sequences and write in simple sentences. Better yet, I wish you’d give up poetry altogether and start writing prose. I don’t get why you must say, the son of perdition spitefully looks down at… Continue reading
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Blah Blah Blah
My friend took me to meet a pastor who cooks great wild boar, and as the man grilled me on what I did and what I plan to do (the usual Indian ‘uncle’ questions), I wanted to be anywhere but there, but today, I realised that I always want to be anywhere but where I… 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
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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