romance
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Say something clichéd
Say something clichéd like those three overused words, the crux of RomComs and evocative drama movies, detailing how Jack endured it all — the fire and the crimson droplets to find Jane, trudging through snow and madness. No one has ever said them to me without a hint of hypocrisy: an askew semblance of jade,… Continue reading
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Love and reprobation
Meet me where the earth cracks and a dying stream breathes its last, where the ashen peaks lose their charm and look tobacco stained, where the asphyxiated grass choked by some sadistic, otherworldly force gasps and wheezes, where love meets reprobation and we’re broken, neglected sinners in the hands of a silent sovereign, because when… Continue reading
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Lucidity
Have I told you that you’re the clearest thought that settles somewhere in the back of a shadowed mind, and gently, inch by inch, lights it up, until I’m smiling again though my eyes are bloodshot and I’m staring like someone catatonic, looking through the phases of my life? You may not notice the smile,… Continue reading
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Withered
After we made love the other night, I looked at you, lying naked, silhouetted against the moonlight that crept into our apartment like a voyeur. I let my fingers trace the outline of your body—the curves and the arched back, speaking a language of fiery oranges and whispered reds. I then looked at the surrounding… 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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Matters of the heart
I can’t make you my everything because I don’t need you to save me. I don’t want to make you an object of adoration like I’ve done the others, worshiping you until I give away bits of myself, pieces and pieces of truth, replacing them with fierce falsehood that masquerades as a holy glow like… Continue reading
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Afterglow
“and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.”― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence Here I am, languishing in the languor of the late afternoon with a bottle of wine, pining for someone who doesn’t care if I exist. I tell myself it’s the port that makes me reflect on Kachnar Trees … Continue reading
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Twilight
At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow – Tom Petty Watching you joyfully run to him in the nascent twilight as it caresses the leaves with its mellifluous cadence, evoking bittersweet nostalgia – the spice of yesteryear, now amorphous like the mist that sheathes the lake, I wrap myself in the… Continue reading
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For Alisha
Walking past these headstones, in this churchyard, I kneel, look back at the little Presbyterian prayer hall you used to frequent, pristine white, with blue-cushioned pews, its simple beige altar, grey steeple, little cross, and a miasma of nostalgia seems rise from the architecture, slowly creeping towards me, the twilight complementing it. I read your… Continue reading
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Relief
In college, I asked you out when I was drunk, the spirits combining with my feeble spirit and engendering a lewd boldness, I never wanted you, but I wanted to possess you. You said yes, but we closed that chapter the next day, never spoke of it again, years later, distressed by prescription but desperate… Continue reading
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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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