Category: Poetry
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A Poet’s Ink
My poetry is composed Of all the blood that I have bled Of all the bitter moments of truth Of all the tears that I have shed Of all that may seem insane to some of you.
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Happy Halloween!
Wandering here and there around me, screaming in the air like a banshee, I am haunted by the unseen who drift near and whisper in my ear, “Happy Halloween.” I hope you all have a very lovely spooooky day! 👻🎃🦇💖🕷🍂🧹💀✨
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Thoughts #07
Life threw stones at me, So I built a citadel. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. However, what’s worse is when life throws stones at you. But you don’t just stand there feeling all hurt, depressed, and the fact that you can’t throw the stones back to life.…
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Why I Write
I write to empty these veins of ink. I write to lessen the weight of the words upon my soul. I write to quieten the chaos inside my heart. I write to embrace the mania of my mind. I write to understand the madness of this world. A lot of…
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October Eves
It is about pumpkin pies and walked-over leaves, of autumn skies and October eves. It is spooky season, and I love these cool October evenings so much, especially when swinging in the garden under the fluttering leaves of the trees. 💖🧹🍄🎃🕯🍂✨
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Right to Existence
Their ignorance has driven me to such an extent that I have to fight for my right of existence.
malalai khan 