Have you ever tried to read something in a foreign language? A short story, a book, or maybe an article? If yes, you will know that it is hard and mostly frustrating. I would often start to read a book in a foreign language and only read a few pages because it is very annoying […]
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Sleepy eyes, Distant skies. Nothing can stop me From drifting off to A dream of an abyss. Free of drivel and waste, It’s the only place That offers peace. At times it gifts me With wild corners of my mind: Short lived adventures, and poetic wishes… They never have enough time. I try to remember […]
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It’s strange how the smell of paper And ink is like a drug, something I try to get away from, but really can’t. How the sentences, like words woven into emotions, make my eyes rain, And my soul bathe in my tears. How I want to hold that cardboard clad with paper close to my […]
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The idea of writing a poem on the inside of an envelope — instead of a notebook — seems romantic after binging on fiction and your mind is a thousand miles off land and down with the titanic. Old movies share that same effect, that air of tension and magic in the air that can […]
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Her blood is saturated with sunbeams and her bones brittle thin and from her skin arises the musky scent of paper and smoky vanilla fire. There’s a bottle of ink spilled over her fingers and twenty- six letters carved into her skull. They rearrange, remix themselves into a different world, a different time, a different […]
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