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He Never Sleeps

by Aryan Bhardwaj

They say he never sleeps,
Eyes wide, a steady gaze,
Not from the buzz of late-night thoughts,
But from the quiet pace of days.

Yet something lingers in his stillness,
A shadow wrapped in light,
A flicker of a restless mind,
Too quiet in the night.

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A High-jacked Mind

by Montaigne Foxcroft

Learning
Yearning
Tossing and Turning
What is the point of anything if this world will end up burning?
We turn serious matters into a joke
To some folk the air they breath
Is the thing on which they choke
The book of life, so to speak, specifies not to be "unequally yoked"
Does not this same book read that love bears all things?
Where is the line, who's to say that we actually understand the construct of time

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DECEPTION

by Insiya Patanwala

The world is but a crumbling place,
And we say we fear demise,
You poison yourself with each breath,
While you try to stay alive.

When smoke and fire engulf you,
Will you still say it's gentle warmth?
And burn and burn till there's nothing left,
But ashes of a soul?

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by Adriano Rada

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Why?

by M. Unknown

Why do we love?
Is it because of the loneliness?
Is it because of the warmth?
Or are we just selfish?

Why do I crave your attention?
Is it because I love you?
Is it because you’re really that good?
Or am I just selfish?

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He Never Sleeps

by Aryan Bhardwaj

The Weight Of A Thousand Suns

by Kevin Junior Ojang Ojong

Laying awake in the early hours of the morning and I can’t help but wonder of things I know to be true and right and good. Or do I really know? Cogito, ergo sum _ I think, therefore I am, or so it goes.

For when my thoughts wake in the place where dreams and sleep collide, my questions are eternal and the void never-ending. Yes, I would give my right eye like the All-father to drink from wisdom’s well.

I think about time and chaos and existence and I have more questions and no answers.

For did time exist before the word itself or was it born from chaos as it is said all things were.

Every star we see in the night sky is centuries old, it’s light just a ghost of a flame that burnt hundreds of years ago.

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