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I miss writing poems

About the wind in your hair

About every cliche a man could think

Beautiful

Ugly

Bitter

Sweet

Inbetween

I miss writing poems

About poets who write poems

About you

About women with fire in their hair

Red with rebel

With witchcraft

(Scratch that)

Magic

I miss writing poems

About stupid websites

trying to verify if I'm a human

Who else would watch anime

at 3 in the morning?

I miss writing poems about people lonely in love

I miss writing poems about the music in my ears

I miss writing poems

I miss writing

I miss

I

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People don't understand. Being a poet isn't a job. They want me to write a poem in 15 minutes. I write in 2 - when the poem arrives.

When I go searching, I find nothing.

I never ask my architect friend to design a house in 15 minutes. Or my doctor friend to stitch my heart back together in that time.

Fifteen minutes is too short to do something substantial - something extraordinary, like writing a poem.

And yet, sometimes a poem writes itself in less than the poet's breath.

@stan_the_anomaly

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i’m no good at anything

beside being morose

an uncomfortable familiarity

we sit in silence

and navigate through life

with a knife, she slices steadily,

through my heart

mindful to not make a mess.

i sit and oblige

as if there is nothing i can do

to help myself

i know the moment

i feel an ounce of exultation

it would last the dusk

but not make it through the dawn.

june 5th, 12:13am.

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Those who can't bear the sun can never experience light.

Suvrahadip Ghosh

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Wow

“Art remains permanently tied to the senses. Just as one cannot float colors in space (a painter needs some sort of surface, like a canvas, however neutral and textureless), one cannot have a work of art that does not impinge upon the human sensorium. But it is important to realize that human sensory awareness has not merely a biology but a specific history, each culture placing a premium on certain senses and inhibiting others. (The same is true for the range of primary human emotions.)”

— Susan Sontag, “One Culture and the New Sensibility”

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Alice Notley

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“Everybody I ever loved, I still love a little.”

— Marilyn Monroe to Hedda Hopper, 1961

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Me to myself

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I'm afraid to death that someday Manga will be a dying art :) not many have the mental and physical capacity to sit through a rigorous system of creation. I mean, no amount of wealth and fame can remedy the pain brought by thinking and drawing simultaneously for 18-20 hours on a daily basis.

And here I'm complaining about my schedule hahaha

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I guess, you only realise how hard it's to be in a long distance relationship when one night you crave the warmth of another human's skin, and all you can touch is, the winter of your loneliness.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Warmth and Winter

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“It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.”

— Fernando Pessoa

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Sometimes, you really aren't good enough.

Sometimes, you must grow.

“Rejection doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough. It means the other person didn’t recognise what you have to offer.”

— Unknown

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Hands blood-soaked like a surgeon

I dissect

I create

I write

I...

Suvrahadip Ghosh

I know my poems saved a life. I know because I'm alive.

Smile If you read this poem, smile, you're alive. Suvrahadip Ghosh.

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“Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?”

— Charles D’Ambrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories

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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934