Probably isn’t the one you think.It may not have a lot of likesAnd it might take a whileBefore you see itBut the blogs you wrote this yearHelped a heart make it through the nightStopped a downward spiral of self-decayAnd became the very words of somebody’s anthem.Don’t let the metrics rule you-Write, for goodness sake, write;We […]
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I am not here because I feel like it.I am here because it matters.I am not here for people to applauseI am here to make my thoughts coherent.I am not here to make up for the days I didn’t writeI am here because today’s words need to be writtenAnd there are people who need them.This […]
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Is not the same as being free.There’s a lot of thingsThat if I wrote about themWould render me cowardOr a hypocriteBecause my pen is more fluentThan my actual voice.Its true, sometimes the words on the pageFeel rapturousTranscendent,But then the paragraph comes to an endAnd the things I’ve been avoidingAre still waiting for me.Writing about freedomIs […]
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The requirement for decent writingIs not to show up inspiredWith an idea for the ages;Something the world has never seen.NoWriting is not a function of the egoAs though every letter must beTouched by an angelBefore appearing on the page.Writing is brick-layingDiligently showing upWith the words in the mindAnd the rhythms of the soulWithout pomp or […]
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So much of what’sEating us alive todayWon’t even be a footnoteA year from now.But the words we craftCan matter far beyond the momentThat led to their existence.We do not write to pass the timeBut to capture itAnd put it in a bottleFor our future self to read.Our words will outlive usReaching places our feet may […]
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The great stuffRarely just fallsOut of the skyInto my lapOnto the page.It usually risesOut of my bellyWhere anxiety likes to sit,Rising out of my bodyCoaxed out by the mechanical actOf scribbling thoughts onto paperThen passing through a gauntlet of self doubtLike acid reflux in an oesophagusPainstakingly coming to the surfaceTo form a working documentRevealing for […]
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I am appalledBy how much I still reachFor something my penHas never promised-Perfection.My pen is only obligatedTo faithfully glide across the page,To make my ethereal ideas tangibleFor my wondering thoughts to find a destination.The pen is mightyBut it cannot bear the weightOf my expectationThe words stretch highBut they are unlikely to scale the heightOf human […]
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Evade me.Like toddler too fast for their sizeThe words are within viewBut find ways of hiding beneath tablesAnd behind curtainsPlayfully frustrating meGently irritatingAs if they knowThat if I lose my coolI’d be forced to forfeit the gameAnd have no right to hold the baby-The paragraphThe stanzaThe story-The words I most want to write.Once in a […]
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We were not fools by choice.Life had led us to thinkThat we could never be wrong.We stumbledWhen we thought we were sprintingWe impaledPeople we thought we were lifting upUprootedWhat we thought we were ‘saving’We thought that good intentions were enough.That as long as it made sense to usIt would always make sense.Little did we knowThat […]
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The words fell onto the pageBegrudginglyPainfully.Slowly.Like a thick, heavy honeyThat reluctantly falls off the combPromising sweetnessBut releasing itEver so slowly.I was tired.But I knewThat once the ink began to flowInspiration would not be far behind.Writing deserves our best hoursBut if all we haveAre the dying moments of the day,Even then the pen will not disappoint-It […]
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