Tag: guilt

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Keep on Running (Spoken word video)

Sooo one of the stupider things I did was delete my Facebook. Well, all in all I don’t regret it – but it was generating more traffic to my blog and youtube channel than any of my other means. I’m not a fan of self-promo but hey ho. I wrote a poem earlier this year…
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Addict (Short Story)

You walked to this vicinity in hopelessness. At one of your trajectory lows, substantial woes were colonising your cognition. You had felt defeated, and that every resort you had been to – the doctors, the physicians, the superstitious, the hypnotists, the counsellors – it just wasn’t working out. Guilt was the leech of your virtue,…
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Layers of being (Poem)

Aesthetics of covering cosmetics can keep appeal, as I’ve yet to be peeled Chopped or diced, from farmers market to exposed in the basket, for I’m not like others more fruitful.   Banana skins protect their sweetness, and citrus sits to rest on tongues, Yet I speak from different scales, enveloping the bitterness to soak…
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Killer of conscience (Poem)

I don’t want success if its terms and conditions chucks its cesspool at others as conditions of these terms   I don’t want this money If it bloodies my hands by banks that use it to exploit what these hands had earned   I don’t want a big house If that empty space just adds…
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Burning out (Poem)

Fangs of addiction marked by pangs and affliction When reality seems so strange, it draws fans towards fiction An exaggerated diction, can only pay so much homage to being honest, of heartaches… in the knowledge of what could’ve been accomplished   This soul knows too well, where it could be by now Its holes had…
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Walking contradiction (Poem)

My heart has been colonised, should know better, yet I compromise, Talk about society with borrowed thoughts from an unconscious mind For all that I’ve commented on, seemingly sharing my insight, Epitomises this foolishness; how artificial what I incite.   Try to coat my own ignorance with words from the wise, Shadow staring pensively; it…
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