Verses
Words arranged in ways that feel like something. 14 verses so far, updated occasionally.
Trained to follow
People of uncertainty,taught to followa fool clutching a book,or a book dragged behind a creed.
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The one without a flag
There was one without a flagwalked barefoot,feeling the tremble in the earthlong before the storm came.
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The unnamed hand
They ask me what I believe,and I tell them, I don’t know.But inside, I wonderis there a storyteller?
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A sound in the silence
I came back home after months of studyHoping to find some peace and restBut my room was cold and void of lifeAs if it had been long left
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Let's embrace the cringe
Do you understand cringe?Some loathe it deeply,I wonder why?Does it bite them, unseen?
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Why I write
I'm a thinker, though not always a good one. I think I'm a flicker, rarely predictable and do not have a schedule or an ambition to write bigger. I write, because sometimes writing leaves a mark in ways nothing else can. I don't write consistently, but when I do, I feel like the quiet is listening. I don't know how it works, maybe no one does.
“What is written belongs to the beholder.” Maybe it means something. Or maybe it's just words.