Reborn
They say we have once lived But with zero memory of what we once were The birthmark a spot, that indicates how many times we are reborn And deja vu an evidence of things we once…
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The Shifting Canvas
Like a painter's work on a new piece The river carves a different path Each drop a sculpture, day by day Until the former fades away, a memory lost in the wind Pictures on the…
Where does the flame of art come from? No pictures or adverts here
The flame inside The flame inside, the burning, the heat and the endless light in darkness. Is this what creates art? Burning of things unsaid and unspoken, the burning of…
The soulless cry.
I thought it'd be different with you.* *When darkness overshadowed the light, And the sound of your scream pierced my already ringing ears,* *I…
Whispers Of The Monsoon Rain
My heart is heavy, burden with a load of care The tempest of life toss, taking the very left My skin rips, my bones frail to stand There I stood, with no one to help The…
July Challenge 2: A Joke—(as told by my brother).
Image Generated Using Meta AI He said, "Why did a goat join a choir group?" I blinked. He grinned. "To bleat in G-major, not just to snoop!" I gasped, then wheezed, then fell…
Amber Hourglass
Every moment count, use it wisely The ticking is fading, a gentle leak Each tiny grain, a memory spun Of laughter, Pain, Joy, and whisper words While comfort offers you her cozy…
Rise, Roar, and Revolt
The drums of war resonate, the air is warm How long will the Nightingale continue to chirp? How long would your anger remain Subdued? Rise, oh mortal, roar until your captive…
Poetry for my cats
art by Louis Wain Lylai The breath of winter through your sick little nose As the paws open and retreat to my touch You came, with bloody eyes and…
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