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  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Shall I marry a man of great beauty, Aesthetic, prim, with billions of dollars, Prompted with fame with which to endow me? Or shall I be tied to a quiet man, Whose mind drinks the world of philosophers, Bless me with Universe's phenomenons? Perhaps with a man with boundless talents, Who ...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    The sky is washed black I look up and on my lips The last drop she cries...
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    White rose trampled on the streets: from a kariton it fell... dreams unreached....
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    Whiff of fumey air Sunburnt shirt and sweat-stained hands Peeling oranges...
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    Sworn omniscience through ripened fruit for finite minds— Isha tastes evil....
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    A gust sings through the tree, takes the last, lone leaf, and spews it on my head....
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    Noon sun gleams idly producing orange and reds on cobblestone steps....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    One spontaneous thought of you gives me the goosebumps, covers both sides of my arms, craters them with hundreds of pimple-like puckers, racing up to my shoulders, turning the skin scaly but not the scary kind you feel at three hours past midnight, when you spend the night at a huge Victo...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Do not dismiss, do not forget: All of us are warriors inside; Not all battles produce bloodshed, Do not dismiss, do not forget. I can smile, you laugh, and yet Our mind is filled with endless strife; Do not dismiss, do not forget – All of us are warriors inside....
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    If I have left since yesterday And chosen not my vows to pay The Heavens would’ve screamed and grieved Once my sword was withdrawn and sheathed The Devil would’ve laughed and prayed If I have left since yesterday Scorning Angels crying over Shameful reasons no soul abjured The seeds ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    If you haven't won still, has it crossed your mind that maybe you've been fighting with the wrong weapon? I'd ask you not to give up - to keep on searching for the Truth, to keep on fighting for me. But who the heck am I, right? Maybe you like it this way - unwantingl...
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    You've no idea just how much I pray for you, Beloved. No; not for you (to be with me [though I'd gladly be, really]), just wherever you'd be happy (with She) in Him. Where your confusions (and illusions) be shattered by the Divine Criterion: that you are so special, deare...
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    Drown me in(down) your tears, Which feeds me with your laughtre; Toss me in(to) your fears, Which wraps me with your valour. Pray shattre my lucidity, Then thrash me undre-ovre; As long as you have need of me, I am your moping ardour....
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    Madame Chérie in a chic décolleté Is strutting the streets with strong viola scent; Bracelets jangling and hips jutting to sway, Madame Chérie in a chic décolleté. Once the heads of jealous girls turn away, And the swift eyes of men en masse widen, Madame Chérie in a chic décolleté I...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    They walk in her grandma's garden, laughing at his joke (about a torpe* boy "And so, the girl tries to take the bouquet of tulips from his hands..." giving flowers to his crush)— she carefreely; but he rather nervously. "...but his fingers wouldn't budge!&q...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    There is a weak knock on the door. She is calling her name. Not a holler. Rather a deep groan. “Dorothy…” It repeats but Dorothy doesn’t get up. She lies straight on her bed, face burning, an arm stretched towards the left, feeling the place where he is supposed to be, her brows bra...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    I sat beside the window, second row to the last, the side where the sun was directed on and the air-conditioning was the poorest. I’d gone early to get this seat in hopes of sitting alone in peace. But my simple wish refused to be granted: in just a minute, a fat guy came tumbling onto the seat be...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    “Please, don’t fall in love with me. I’m not worth it.” “Can one avoid what has already been?”...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    My dearest N———, I am writing to you at two in the morning. Don't be alarmed: it is unusual for me to stay up this late; and, oh, dear sir! you, nevertheless, have no right to reprimand me regarding this matter—you yourself deprive yourself of this luxury called 'sleep'. Bu...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'm staring at my reflection in my bedroom's dresser mirror: my hair too tousled, my face much muddy. A ring. Second ring. At the third I watch myself draw in heavily, and sigh tediously at the fourth. I wish I easily give up, but I don't. Fifth, Hello? Your ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Attempt to tempt me with Jacob's stew Fragrant aroma steaming Seething and teasing A fool's soul would gobble like Esau Frightfully famished Wishing hunger to vanish And it would taste fillingly good But sadly transient Wonderful for a moment Precious birthright's gone ...
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    If you open the door of a little bird's cage, do not expect her not to fly away; because if you do, you'll be filled with rage, once the little bird chooses her way. At first she will hop about by the exit, quite hesitant, careful, and shy; but one dusk in Jember, she will fleet, ...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    IT IS A VERY RAINY SATURDAY MORNING. “Blessed morning, Tita.” “Dianne! I’m so pleased to see you again! How are you? Why are you here? How did you get here? The rain’s pretty hard this morning. The weatherman said last night at the news that the storm is to landfall today. Imagin...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The artless leaf blooms in jade Spring, Grows innocently through Summer’s days; But shrivels up when Autumn sings, Till in Winter’s snow it fades—away....
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    A wee shadow creeps on the tiles on the floor Flowing with the flow of water I look up to see to whom it belongs To the whizzing wasp, of course It fleetingly flies above the tiles Repeating a bothersome journey Blocking a spot of fluorescent white Expressing its immutable agony In drea...

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