A Thousand More

Poetry
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The Forever Oath

Poetry

I continue in service of memory,

My debt settled in honour,

For the light that pierced

Through horror.

For in the abyss, the

Concrete desert lived a nomad.

A fitting place for

The truly deserted.

A modest life,

One riddled with burden,

A soul littered in pain,

Yet it was love you worshiped.

In that shadow I lurk,

In your shadow I learnt,

Now in your honour I work

And your memory I serve.

Asya Valentine, Busy In Wonder

BusyInWonder: 2021 Proverb #1

Poetry

The more I sit and ponder,

The less my thought wander,

The simpler my wonder,

As I’m humbled by age.

We all have hopes,

Delusions of grandeur,

To mask our simplicity

And act as an anchor;

To illusions drawn

In the prison of individuality,

Yet we all become aware,

Even if gradually.

That our pain is ordinary,

A promise from life

And no one soul is special,

Not even mine

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A Stolen Song

Poetry
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Here’s a tale of a few,

A trodden path,

A told tale

Of broken bonds,

A folk tale,

A stolen song.

You shaped his soul,

He took your breath,

You lost your time

And he lost his head.

One went that day

Yet both hearts wept.

Your spirits left.

His soul is dead.

If Dreams Were Forever

Poetry
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Poetry, Uncategorized

The path of a social deviant,

limitless qualms and little agreement,

It’s hard to be stable

if you’ve never stopped grieving.

I never were whole,

Not since you stopped breathing –

It’s sleepless nights

And lonely evenings,

It’s troubled thoughts,

It’s countless demons,

It’s constant rain

Forecast this season.

A Smiling Chance

Poetry

I can see some better

Days on the hill

As I lookout

This time,

There’s a little hope

In my dreams,

Thank you,

You changed my life.

Somehow you always

Know what to say

And what to think

Or write.

You’re my final

Chance at a smile,

You really

Saved my life.

Counter Capital: My Literary Tradtion – Asya Valentine (1st Edition)

Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized
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NΟƒ Hαρρყ EΙ³ΤƒΞΉΙ³Ι Κ‚ II

Poem, Poetry
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There’s still no happy endings in site,

I guess that’s life,

It’s fine.

A thousand days of tears in this life,

It feels like time

Itself cried.

Maybe sometime I’ll be fine just for

a moment in time,

All the wrong could feel right.

No brighter days on this hill,

not a flower in site,

no happy endings in life.

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Insight, philosophy, Poem, Poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Brief moments,

in the end we are merely highlights,

a showreel – conscious, yet not of thought,

the sum total of action

and not a touch more.

In the end, intentions matter little,

desire is a petty distraction

little matters in theory

and theory matters little.

We are action.