spend as much time inside your head as you do on the outside

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posting to remind the world — “I’m alive!”
fleeting moments of gratification that distort the reality of life
I do not speak of a reality of strife
but one rife with constant suppression of self and the elaborateness of palaces within the mind
palaces I cannot find outside
or maybe they hide
and shew forth…

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Poetry

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Solidified in history,
a beacon of time immemorial,
a time troops rallied,
a time cries were background music,
a time children guarded the villages,
as their fathers went to the frontlines,
Martyr.

History recalls the time the tide swung in our favor,
blood shed,
one of ours,
heads bowed,
brows filled with sweat,
eyes reddened with determination,
a thirst for blood,
a man for a man,
a whole nation for a man,
spurred by a dead man,
Martyr.

We marched through their streets,
chanting your name,
doing things history books would summarize as ‘war’,
their wives,
kids,
all means to an end,
to earn a dead man a title he is too dead to celebrate,
now and forever martyrized,
nothing more than a pawn,
Our Martyr.

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FREE VERSE

The only things the depressed fail to detach from is depression

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If depression was a parable,
the depressed are promised eternal life,
since,
salvation is a gift for detached souls,
detachment from worldly things,
detachment from oneself.

The only things the depressed fail to detach from is depression,
and a lack of ignorance,
and some form of crutch,
maybe alcohol,
or spontaneous tears…

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A poem

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No happiness without sadness
Else, how would one differentiate the two
Happiness is appreciated when we’re sad
Sadness is understood when we’re happy
Like the seasons, they come
Like the seasons, they pass

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Moyosore Sheriff Quadri

Moyosore Sheriff Quadri

{retired} Fiction. Poetry. Satire. Humour. Creative Non-Fiction. Master of none. Welcome to my thought journal.