Tag: Writing
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Loneliness
The high pitched ringing in the earsof someone who has tinnitus Damp bedsheets hung out to dryon a cloudy day Cold stale rice from the day before A cold steel knife pressed against my neck A dusty chair,sitting against the wall of an unfinished house
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My Velvet Wings
I was once a butterfly,born in reverse.My velvet wingsa burning orange and yellowwith two white eyessurrounded by black circles,on a constant leaden lookoutfor thoughts dull and pragmatic;what the grown-ups called “growing up”. Then I went into a slimy cocoon,slipped right in with a slush,as if someone had sucked me in.But who? Why? How?Maybe my ghost…
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Self-Meta-Critical Letter/Journal Entry
Dear Reader, How are you? How’s life? Can you really answer these questions? You can reply to this email and the replies will automatically get posted as comments under the blogpost for this letter. And if you do that, I will definitely read them and reply and perhaps even continue the conversation. But the more…
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Why Philosophy? – Part II
About a decade ago, I had a blog where I wrote articles that fell under the self-help genre. I had no intention of writing a self-help blog but that’s what it ended up becoming. I had posts on topics such as: If you could read that blog now, you’d think that I was preaching a…
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The Blood of the Gods
The blood of the Godsflows in the veins of rocks Touch them, these rockshot under the sun,cold in the shadeFeel the roughness under your fingers Be quiet,listen,close your eyesand you’ll feel it You’ll feel the blood flowingFaint, yet strongThe slow rhythm of mother earth And when the clouds gatherand it starts to rain;a short burstbefore…
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Sex is for Losers
NSFW! This story is not safe for work or younger readers. Only continue to read if you’re an adult. “Come on, come on, come on now, don’t be like that, okay?” Rosanna bit her lip, the lower one, nervously, not seductively at all. No, it wasn’t seductive at all. It was purely nervousness. Could be…
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The Storm
The storm came suddenlyand, like only it could,dampened my spirits, as Ifell into troubled sleep. As I started to dream,the storm entered my headand violated my grey matter,and washed all my thoughts away. My heart broke at this great lossand I cried tearlessly in my sleep. But when I woke up,the sky had cleared;the storm…
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Rudya Aditya 