"The Philippines is the 169th country with the highest suicide rate, with 2.2 suicides per 100,000 people."
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\long forgotten path/
\Long forgotten path/
There’s a path that lies forgotten
Somewhere between Nightmare and a dream
Somewhere way past Shores of Oldland
Somewhere where mists do not set in
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It’s a path to many wonders
Answers, questions and inbetweens
It’s a path that many ponder
But that none alive did see
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It’s beginning long abandoned
It’s ending somewhere still unknown
And the rest …
Well I don’t know
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If forgotten
You must wonder
How do I know it exists
This path that leads to wonders
Past the seas and hills and mist
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Well I could tell you, but consider
I’m a wanderer, I’m a stray
I live of travels, tricks and secrets
And by spinning some good tales
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Been a while since I wrote a fantasy poem. hope you enjoy.
If you wanna collab on a fantasy poem also lemme know
(what I did a few times in the past is that I sent a poem to someone who drew something based on it and they sent me a pic to base a fantasy poem off ... was fun)
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I like simple things books ,being alone or with someone who understands
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Nothing is sexier than a woman who doesn’t need a man. She can do anything all alone without one just fine, sometimes even better than a man can. But a true gentleman won’t let her do it alone. Not because she needs him, but because he wants to be there, at her side, always ready to be her support.
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as a hopeless romantic and with the heart of a poet you may think that it's inevitable to get over it — this heartbreak, this pain. if someone mattered to you this much, if everything with them meant so much, then how can you go on living without them? but there's nothing commendable about yearning for a love years later that could never manifest into something healthy, long term, and mutual in your life. unrequited love? one sided love? the one that got away? an almost lover? yeah at someone you gotta have to stop romanticizing that. you don't want material for shayari. what you want is to eventually move on and meet someone else and have a fulfilling and meaningful life because that's what is commendable. that's what is beautiful and that's what is poetic. a life well lived. a life well loved. not being hung up on one person or the idea of that person. the way our brains are wired is that you cannot really keep drowning in the memory of someone for over a year. if you decide to move on and let go at some point and go out there and meet other people, you will find someone who will make your heart smile again and whose jokes you will find funny and who will make you want to risk getting hurt again. it's honestly inevitable. so don't let them lie to you. don't let them make you believe that you have to live, if you are a romantic, if you have truly loved, as someone who never moves on. that doesn't make your love for that person any grander. it only makes your life less meaningful and more miserable. sadness can become a habit especially when it's sadness in love, or rather sadness in the lack of love. you can fall in love with that kind of sadness. you can glorify it. you can get so attached to it that you'd rather keep it than attempt at happiness in love again. don't be that person. love and let go and love yet again. the poetry is in that.
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𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥.
excerpts from a book I’ll never write
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jab azaadi ka waqt qareeb aaya,
tabh pinjre se mohabbat hogyi.
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It's easier to say no to work, to stay careless and lazy but a lot more difficult to act like an adult with responsibilities.
Kalavathi Raj, QUOTUS
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From journal of March 17, 2024
And you thought if you could change yourself and bend your personality a little you will be able to fit with them. So you tried to mould yourself in order to be liked by them. Tried to blend in by doing things they wanted to, tried to become more talkative or funny according to them, talked about things that never excited you, tried to be more feminine or masculine, tried to fit into their definition of normal. And you were so good at it that they never saw the real you and sadly neither did you. And in the end you lost everything, the people who were never yours and most importantly yourself.
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You get me and that’s why you’ll always have me by your side.
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What is one sided love?
"Ek lamhe kī tavajjoh nahīñ hāsil us kī, aur ye dil ki use had se sivā chāhtā hai."
- Parveen Shakir
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She smelled of anxiety and depression
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I look at you while you're cooking. Hair tied up. A rogue hair strand of your hair falls in your eyes. You laugh and look at me asking me to get it off your face. I fix your hair and try to fight this feeling. I want to hug you from the back. Hold you as you're making dinner. And rest my head on your shoulder. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask. "I just zoned out" I reply and you shrug. Oh my love how can you not know how beautiful you are?
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how does it feel when you keep making me look like a fool? when you keep letting me drown in my thoughts in the middle of the night asking myself
"am i not enough?".
was it satisfying?
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hate. anger. lust. love.
there’s a thin line between all of these emotions.
there is a small moment which can turn hate and anger into lust and further, love.
those piercing gaze could accidentally fall on those soft lips and make one wonder “how would they taste”
these salacious thoughts, feuling the anger which already burns so high
lips so close, breath so soft, eyes become heavy
and just in time, the anger turns into lust.
electricity travels through their being, the anger- conductor for the emotions, making them come closer leaving not even for air to pass through.
the closeness, still, seemingly so far- oh its tantalising.
few more days, few more nights- those secret stares, those kisses- they feel like being lost in a maze.
nobody knows what they do, and one day- they fall.
fall so hard that they dont even realise the anger became lust and hate transfused into love.
piercing gazes became soft smiles, neck kisses turned into forehead ones
who once were enemies, became lovers.
and once again, love conquered all.
-rashi-pov
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