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Why Me?
Read more: Why Me?Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** Why me?A question I ask myself often these days.I ponder, I wonder, I sit idle.I shed tears every now and then,Even though I know, all my tears are in vain.Why me?I’ve never done wrong to anyone,I’ve never wished anyone bad.Yes, I’ve had my moments where…
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People You Lose to Depression
Read more: People You Lose to DepressionListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** People you lose to depression,No, not just the dead ones but,The ones who just changed over the course of time.You once saw them happy, smiling,Now their eyes are still and they feel like nothing.People you lose to depression,Are your own people.It’s your father or mother…
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The Color of My Skin
Read more: The Color of My Skin“It’s so exotic”,“You look like Pocahontas”,“I love how tanned you are”,“Oh, your color is so sexy”,The color of my skin,It’s not for you to objectify, it’s a part of me.The color of my skin is who I am!This golden hue, the wavy black hair,These gloomy dark eyes, no, they’re not for share!No, you can’t touch…
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X & Y
Read more: X & YListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** Clustered. They’re bundled in pairs. Shapeless, forming numerous layers, Of cognitive notions that are beyond my reach, Defiantly, the randomness of life and death, Whether we make it out alive or we die, We’re trying to untangle the X and Y. Wailing, amidst the dandelions,…
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San Sebastián
Read more: San Sebastián26/04/2020 Hallo! Guten Morgen! Wie geht’s? “Ich bin ok, und du?” You were born in San Sebastián just like Sergio from La Casa De Papel, I just finished season 2 and how I thought of you! Remember the San Sebastián day? I was distressed and we planned my gateway, Last year, around this time,…
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Mr. Dates
Read more: Mr. DatesOne of the things I miss during this lockdown, Apart from going to the gym and of course being able to walk into any Starbucks and order one Café Latte, Vanilla flavored & 2% milk, grande, And of course, doing my hair so that I can keep their desire locked into my locks, I also…
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I Left My Heart in Istanbul
Read more: I Left My Heart in IstanbulListen to the Spoken Word version of this poem I left my heart in Istanbul,On a late March run, amidst the clouds and the Sun,I left my heart in Istanbul,On top of the Galata Tower,Inside of a chic apartment in Beyoğlu,Amidst the very alive Taksim square, I left my heart.Away from the wilted clovers,Away! My…
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Lines
Read more: LinesSharp, edgy like her glances, She swiftly moves her seductive eyes to the other corner of the room, Trying to hold back her desires. Soft, round like her voice that can melt his heart. “What do we do tonight, my lover, Where do we go? How much time do you need to explore, The taste…
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My Song
Read more: My SongThe momentum – solemn stillness holds, Lifting up my spirits, high, High above the blue sky; in form of rays from the Sun, It shimmers like a thousand fireflies, Up, high above the sky. I hear the sound of solitude, ringing into my ears; Telling me the tales of love, Almost impossible to recognize my…
