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January 19, 2020
 

do you remember
those summers down by the lake?
friendships kindled with kept secrets
and the help of fruity drinks, a straw and umbrella
we’d sit for hours under the sun,
watch it slip over the horizon
so the starlight could shine
these days,
you’ll often find me lost in thought,
caught up in the nostalgia,
daydreaming of a place
that doesn’t really exists anymore,
of the people we once were
home still tastes like dark rum and apricot
it still sounds like laughter and loud music
but how do you find something
that’s been lost for years?

- ashley jane

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January 13, 2020
 

I remember you
The way you would catch my eye and hold it prisoner for an eternity or two
Your deep voice sinking into my soul
Like gravity belonged to you
I remember us
So drunk in love
Untouched by reality   
O how I wish I didn’t but    
I remember you

- Shefali Dang

SHEFALI DANG
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January 10, 2020
 

The heavy scent of leather and embers fill the room moving me occasionally to places I least expect to be. Something about this smell, just like all others that make my heart weak I walk away from sad thoughts I carefully guard. I tell myself, "no... not right now. I have better things to do." No matter where I go, the scent has now latched on to me. Ignoring it no longer works as if I have no other choice of what air to breathe. I breathe in unwanted memories and unfortunate realities. To be here and now means to die slowly, hopeless and helpless. To give in and travel back to the past, I only find myself digging out of a shallow grave. Breathless, I am consumed by sorrow unyielding. Whateve...

DAY OF THE DEAD
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January 7, 2020
 

I mean it when i say
I cannot imagine a life without you.

It is not plain emotions
It is not a phone full of photos
It is not being immature.

The whole time
I have been breathing your air
Thinking your thoughts
And waiting for a life
with you.

Maybe memories will fade
Maybe situation will change
but my body's every curve will still want you

The nights will be colder without you
My days will not see sunshine without you

I cannot live normally without you
and if i say otherwise, do not believe me
I am lying.

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A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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January 3, 2020
Spanaway, United States

I’LL NEVER FORGET
THE FEELING
2 years sober, 5 years sober,
10 years sober and so on.
It didn’t matter what I had been through good and the bad
What mattered was I had a solid foundation in recovery to build a life as a young adult
I was never ambitious, kinda wallflower, dabbler in many things but I wouldn’t walk through my fear to pursue my dreams.
The one constant in my first 10 year sobering life was that I was so strong in how it was the one thing I was proud of in my life. I did that all on my own, making a conscious decision every single day not to drink or drug. I felt so accomplished. With the help of a lot of support in place. And my strength in my core being from that I will alwa...

FREEDOM TAKES COURAGE
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January 2, 2020
 

Hello dear fellow writers,

This is just an experiment to encourage you to dig a little deeper than usual into your soul.
Try and picture your childhood self as clearly as possible. What is the most drastically different aspect of your personality today, when compared to your childhood self? What brought about that change?

Please leave your answer in the comment section. Just trying to find out how each one of us is brainwashed into what we eventually become...
Thank you in advance!

- Tina 🍀

A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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December 31, 2019
 

With all the love i feel for you,
i could
Build an ice castle under the sun,
Swim in the clouds,
Upturn in zero gravity.

Like a shooting star
Half broken and flying
the rest burning ablaze.

In the forever's  forbidden forest,
Twigs break as i depart,
Every breath leaves a mark
but i do not.

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HAPPY 2019
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December 29, 2019
 

I could say sorry
and walk away
But everything is so beautiful
To walk away from

I could take the blame
and let go
But you hold me tight
It is impossible
To let go

I could wait
and act alright
But you know me so well
Even my smile
cannot fool you

I could breathe
Pour all the burden on you
But the guilt is too much
That pain i cannot
put you through

What is worse
Seeing you sad
or staying away

What is right
Stealing you for myself
or giving you up

What is good for you
a lifetime of us
or faded memories ?

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PRESENTS TIME
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December 28, 2019
Kota, India

Do you know the torture of memories of lost love?
I get lost in them sometimes and then I realise I am mad at whole world. Words hurt you know.
But then I always pick myself up and just walk away from those memories. It’s better this way.

-AS

INKTOBER: VIPASHA
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December 24, 2019
 

In the quiet chill of the night,
is the soothing crackle of a burning cigarette.
A soft tune playing in the background,
pulls at your attention,
then the breeze hisses by your ear and you draw your attention back to the cigarette smoke,
realising that it was just your mind playing games with you.
That there was no music but just an old faint memory of one and yet again, you lost yourself to it, and left another cigarette burning without a puff inhaled.

Isha

BLACK FEDORA
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December 23, 2019
 

Love blew like a soft breeze
Mesmerised by it’s sweetness
I stood by the window
Tying strings of memories.

Living with you is a blessing
Not a moment has passed
Without tasting slice of heaven
I melt into time.

You are a fruit of a penance
Blessing in guise
Under falling raindrops
I build our cocoon.

As the drops pelt against the glass
I am forced to reality
I look for you
Amidst the starry sky
The moving cars and soaring clouds.

Slowly i wither
A flower in need of sunlight
Longing to belong
I see through you like a glass
A transparency i can never touch.

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BE BRAVE
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December 16, 2019
Ray, United States

Dear Mother,

It’s been a year since you left your mark for a final farewell on my heart. The searing and scarring of my soul. I’m not sure how I feel but I know I’ve thought about the things you left behind way more than I should’ve allowed since your passing over into the spiritual afterlife.

Often times, the pain would cripple me leaving me to wallow in the depths of despair and angst with little hope of ever returning to the person I once was before your last but most damaging jab.

The stabbing of my mind, the holes you left gaping open leaving me to question my self worth, marring my self confidence, questioning my existence.

I’m coming out of the hurt with a freedom of forever nev...

POSITIVE ATTITUDE
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December 10, 2019
East Spencer, United States

Time has gone past and I’m the same you see
There’s no history of the past consuming or leaving me
Things deep inside have stayed locked up for good
There’s no wondering as it should
I keep people at arms length and shoulder high
All fuzzy and warm feelings are to deny
Those places you know to be your home are my empty shells
The only things in my head screams and yells
They tells me to protect, reject the things that cause harm
They will not allow me to get Whipped, Beaten or lashed
No harm will come to me now or the things that have passed
As you see me walk pass with a darkened shade
It’s because of the others that are attached as to how I was made
Creep in my mind if you please
They all ...

VISIONS
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December 10, 2019
 

I'm grateful I have the memories of my mom cooking for me a simple and delicious green fried rice. 😌

INKTOBER: NEMOPHILIST
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December 9, 2019
 

"All hell breaks loose when someone belongs to your memory more than you belong to your own self."

- Chandresh Parmar

SUPPORT AND SAVE US!
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December 5, 2019
 

Dear reader,

It is one of those days.

Headaches, bad moments, the worst thinking, and memories.

How often does it happen to you?

I wish I could just close my eyes already and finish this day. But still have things pending.

I wish I had the help I was promised, but... You know... You can’t force people to keep their word.

Reader, do things on your own.

As always,

Success and Love

LO MEJOR ES SER FRANCO
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December 2, 2019
 

We are not together but still
You follow me like a shadow.
Sometimes, you stays in my thoughts
And sometimes, you hide in my dreams .

- Rav.

MY PRINCE
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November 25, 2019
 

You still take up space in my head. Wish I could kick you out but my mind seems to disagree with what my brain keeps screaming. Maybe we could reach a compromise and settle on you not calling out for my attention at random times during the day or keep me up at night. A compromise where we only communicate when it’s mutual. Because otherwise what are we doing here?

Isha

ORIGINAL
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November 25, 2019
 

I thought the pain will reduce gradually as the time pass, but why it just hurts the same.

Happy birthday bro !!
I can only be glad that this day happened and get to spend sometime with you . I love you so much and miss you a lot . If only destiny had not been so cruel 😔
You know the strange thing : earlier in my dreams, i saw you like a small kid the way you left us . We use to fight , play and study together.
And now these days in my dreams, I see you as big boy . If only you were around,  you would have been 26 years old today. But alas dream is no where close to reality .

Anyway thanks for being in my life, thanks for making me understand to always prioritise relationship over anythin...

SUPPORT AND SAVE US!
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November 25, 2019
 

My mother often spoke of a gentleman in tales, she would tell me this little story of a young man. He would forever walk with a silk-like, black stick by his side; medically it was unnecessary, more like a prop. With his stick in hand and waistcoat on, the gentleman would strut around the crowded town. Back then, the town felt as big as a city. You could often feel out of place there. One miss step and you’d trip on the cobbles. And the people, there was always so many people; the town never seemed to sleep.

The gentleman, although he acted as a righteous man, he was kind. Almost too
kind. Mother said “A man in love will always be a kind man… Until the day he is wronged.” I think I now under...

WRITING IS LIFE
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