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Introduction

Ahoy, folks! Welcome to my art gallery, where I offer a beautiful glimpse of my chaotic soul and exhibit my unrestrained expressions towards this world. Before you press on, I have one disclaimer to make though: there are no colourful pictures whatsoever; just words, those boring black and white letters. Yep, this is an anthology! I have somehow learned to harness the magical power of words by turning them into poems, and I have compiled a hundred or so, painstakingly so, even organising them into 10 sections as follows: Section 1: Curse Section 2: Overthinking Section 3: Depression Section 4: Life Section 5: Love Letter Section 6: Love and Pain Section 7: Star-Crossed Lovers Section 8: Lover's Curse Section 9: Loneliness Section 10: Night N.B. I will update this blog every now and then. Each poem tells a story, some complicated, others not so much, but I hope that you can appreciate and relate to most if not all of them because every single one of them is a brainchild of mine. Poe...
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Section 1: Curse

Prologue The same passionate fire that drives my soul Turns out to be the one that burns it to a crisp Curse B orn with this silent disease Yet raised without a cure I'm gifted with a curious curse  In this library of words Is where you read my world Though a library more still left untold  A decade left untreated A sea pressured into a single bottle Thrown far away from this accursed isle  May it reach a kindred spirit Who would read and understand it To turn dust in the air to concrete Concrete from which I shall build An empire, or a shelter Soundproof, against the noisy whisper The noisy whisper The curse I could never cure Even with streams of reams of words Pretty Puppet I'm dressing up tonight into a marionette Attaching strings to my limpy limbs So they can play and dance the ideal me I'm drawing myself a perfect portrait To be displayed on the wall of fame So they can see the flawless me My strings are chains to their brains My poise attached to their eyes My val...
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Section 2: Overthinking

Prologue M aybe we'd still have the very same conversation Even after our roles are reversed Sometimes it takes two to arrive at an answer to a question To conclude whether something is a gift or a curse For there can only exist one hero and one villain And I've been trying to come to terms with my own demon Is it my fault that I can't shake this fuzzy feeling How do I help my messed up mind to stop thinking I've been trying to discover my true self and my position As well as accepting the fact that we're all born and built different I wish I could see myself the way I see you and them But I don’t have a mirror to see my own reflection Ah! I have wasted a good portion of my time Trying to make these cheesy words rhyme Time to deactivate my default mode network Pen down and focus on my work Click! Dark Side I am guilt masked by innocence There's a facet to this brilliant diamond nobody should ever see Only Lord knows that I'm not that good a person So conside...
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