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ateardropintheocean · 4 years ago
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What’s wrong with taking a sabbatical?
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What’s wrong with taking a sabbatical?
You fear that it’s something so radical,
Time off can lead to happenings magical-
Mental peace, clear goals, shifts subliminal..
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Whats wrong with taking a sabbatical?
Even if nothing happens that’s magical,
Even if people that matter look quizzical,
Even if you can’t justify how it’s logical.. 
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What’s wrong with taking a sabbatical?
Nothing, for you can’t always choose practical
Nothing, for you need to refocus and mull,
Nothing, for this one’s for you, imperfect you.
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creatingnikki · 6 years ago
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Stop comparing new experiences to old experiences. Stop comparing him to yourself and how others treated you in the past. Because that leads to empathy more than is healthy, more than he deserves.
@ateardropintheocean
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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Peel off all your layers and what are you?
The skin of my conviction,
strongly held opinions build up carefully the walls,
The muscle of my opinions,
flexing my knowledge as I waltz unencumbered,
The hormones of my knowledge,
pulsing blood to work harder through febrile fluctuations,
The blood of my hard work,
pumped by inquisitive heart as I thirst yet unquenched,
The nerves of my inquisitiveness,
fueled by burgeoning conviction that I need more, feel more,
The bones of my conviction,
crafted with certain belief that I can build strong walls.
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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I want to talk
I want to talk about fears
Yours,
Mine,
I want to talk about losses
Yours,
Mine,
I want to talk about breakdowns
Yours,
Mine,
I want to talk about the past
Yours,
Mine,
I want to talk about the future
Ours.
Hopefully.
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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The Truth
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Begin Transcript
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“What.. what should I do now?”
Look straight ahead, my dear
and then- tell me as you see
Wryly curling lips, a sharp stare
unto the eyes I so seldom behold-
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Burnt coffee swirling in two pools
inlaid with larger flecks sparse,
the muddied water sizzles; a colour
so bitter I feel my tongue curling,
so bitter it reminds me of the truth..
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Perhaps we can start, my dear
Time is of the essence, after all
mimicking her insincere demeanour,
“Just gathering my thoughts ma’am,
I’ll get to it just now, please wait”
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“They said.. I wasn’t cut out to lead-
in truth? I could never really fit in,
I cared too much about the project”
A large blob rolls wetly down,
What did you do then, my dear?
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“My ideas, my hours of research
they so uncaringly disregarded,
granted I was too sincere - but..”
the pools glint electric as I pause,
“You already know, don’t you?”
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Let us move on to the next, my dear
Is that a note of frustration I hear?
“High school- surely you get it..
she was my best, and only friend-
two fat girls clinging to each other”
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“That fall.. ‘basketball’, she claimed,
yet it seemed miraculously.. bulimic,
so I tried it too, well, and then..”
And then? “All I spoke was my truth-
rightly so, for it absolved me”
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Let us move on to the next, my dear
the pools occluded for a second,
“Despite knowing her sordid history,
they believed she’d ‘recovered’,
or so I was unfailingly reminded”
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Did she not request you, my dear?
“Two packs of seltzer, just for her,
I knew not it had an alcoholic kind,
could she not tell from the first sip?
I am responsible but for my actions”
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Let us move on to the next, my dear
“What else have you dredged up?”
Did you know of the girl before, my dear?
the pools brim with fresh tears,
face awash, “About a month, fool that I’m”
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Let us revisit the past weekend, my..
“The pretence is a bit much, isn’t it?
As I’ve stated countless times ere,
I was on a flight over the Atlantic,
off to receive my Honors Medal”
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Let us revisit the weeks prior, Ms Alithis,
It had been snowing quite heavily,
You said “I had to shovel it myself,
couldn’t get any of the kids to do it”
Care to explain why this change?
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“As I said before, Lei became stingy-
we were quite literally snowed in,
naturally they wanted extra, but..”
Did he tell the kids this, Ms Alithis?
“No, as I said, I dealt with them”
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Why did you not pay them yourself?
“You must definitely be single ma’am,
that would’ve been goading him”
Did you notice anything with his car,
when you were diligently shovelling?
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The pools darkened a smidgen,
“My partner crashed his bloody car,
died along with his bloody mistress,
all while I was bloody miles away,
And you’re questioning my shovelling?”
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Let us carry on civilly, Ms Alithis,
There appears to be some foul..
“Yes, I confess now, I did it,
jumped out of the plane and
rammed his car right onto a tree”
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A pregnant silence overtakes the air,
Your anger is warranted, Ms Alithis,
having suffered a great loss; however
above all, justice must be served.
the pools clear in acquiescence
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On the night of their deaths,
Mr Thyma had called you five times,
“As I’ve already said, I. Don’t. Know. Why”
Could it be that he was locked out?
“What are you implying, ma’am?”
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Did he inform you of his weekend plans?
“ ‘With this snow, I’m not leaving the bed’ ”
Why did he leave then, that night?
“Surely you’re.. he went to get his bimbo, 
but to answer, he’d run out of smokes”
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It seems strange to leave before you..
“As you know, the Arlo’s been disabled
exactly since he left, the asshole.. he..
planned it so I wouldn’t suspect,
It was connected to both your cells? “No”
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The pools glisten in the rippling shock,
You stated otherwise prior, Ms Alithis,
“Because I believed so then, for
I only got to the app after his funeral-
I’ve been logged out for a month”
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Please hand over your cell, Ms Alithis
“Sure, if that’s all I’d like to leave”
Just a few more, dear, since then,
Have you faced any issues driving?
“Other than the icy roads? No”
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Were there any issues in his car?
“That dump is, was.. ten years old,
had a myriad of issues he ignored..
Are you saying that’s why he..?”
Thank you for your cooperation.
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The screen blackens over the pools,
My gaze at long last shifts to her,
“Can you please just tell me what’s..?
The car’s exhaust was choked with snow,
leading to a CO leak inside the vehicle.
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“Why didn’t they try to get out?”
Realising he didn’t have his keys,
stranded as they were in the remote land,
he likely called you, panicking- given
his medical history there wasn’t much time..
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The doctors assess he had a seizure
which caused the terrible crash.
“Oh my god, oh my god.. what..”
Tell me Verity, off the record, if-
what I am about to say is the truth?
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Lei’s keys are lost, or discarded,
where you received commendation?
“Truthfully, ma’am, I’ve suffered
a great loss - laid him to rest,
Above all? Justice has been served.
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Hey guys! Do let me know what you thought! I’d really appreciate some constructive feedback :)
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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Make Mistakes
Make all the mistakes you can,
Someday when you look back
You’ll see yourself learning life-
Instead of watching it pass by.
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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A good book
A good book, a good story
is the best kind of friend-
It broadens your horizons,
stokes the embers within,
kindling the writer’s passion
It is a fortifying embrace,
ensnaring your mind from
all of your own problems
provides a retreat, an anchor
to pin yourself on, just then
It is a wondrous insight
into the workings of a mind
so unlike or alike your own
countless hours you spend
much after the tale is told
pondering alternate endings,
unraveling the characters,
marveling the great gift that
allows such ideas to fruition
A good book is but a mirror
a reflection of another’s tale
that once over and done with
forever changes your own.
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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Questions
Do you know yourself?
Do you know yourself?
Do you know yourself?
Do you know yourself?
Do you know yourself?
Are your goals clear?
Are your goals clear?
Are your goals clear?
Are your goals clear?
Are your goals clear?
Are you working for them?
Are you working for them?
Are you working for them?
Are you working for them?
Are you working for them?
Are you working for them?
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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Goodbye
I’ve changed houses, cities, even states
It drags behind, never far enough from sight,
Over the years it’s grown so large, I know not
how I can pretend it is a decent size anymore.
I tried a few years back to sort through it,
Lo and behold, I rediscovered some old haunts,
It ended up heavier than before, and there began
my weary attempts to live with it, make peace
I didn’t really have a plan, to be honest
I figured if I let it stay without ever feeding,
it would die a slow death eventually.. hopefully
But I learnt a valuable lesson about hunger then-
It makes one do wherever it takes to survive
That’s how we ended up one night last year
I was lonely, it was hungry, we stayed up all night
Until I had no more tears left to feed it, and
It had no more horrors left to remind me of.
But I learnt a valuable lesson about failure then-
It’s like when the game gives you a choice-
End it there, or spend a diamond to gain an extra life,
I worked for months pouring all my heart, strength
to fashion a diamond and reset the board.
Along the way I fed it scraps from my mending heart,
One eye out to keep my motivations hidden away,
Hungry to live the new life I so painstakingly made.
And that’s the tale of my journey here, at Newstart airport
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“I’m really sorry for the inconvenience ma’am,
It seems your baggage has flown to.. Old Anxtrauma”
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“That’s quite alright, I’m here to make a fresh start anyway”
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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I’m afraid I’ve lost my glasses
I can’t find my glasses,
Could someone please
help me look for them?
I see but blurred faces,
and blotted out facades
rippling free with my gaze
I see their heart inside,
the petty and vicious side,
I see all that they hide
I’ve lost my eyeglasses,
My rose-tinted glasses,
Help me find them, please?
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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Nesting Dolls
Of young men, a fine specimen
Diligent, responsible, admirable
all the right objectives slid in place,
smiling hollow through the veneer-
Masks and he special bedfellows
they have survived many storms,
as one they will survive yet more
-so I divine, in growing alarm.
“Stickler-Hitler, follows every rule”
“Stickler-Hitler, he’ll stay a fool”
jeers morphed into mock-whispers,
angry tears morphed into a shell-
taller and stronger, a fine young man
nests sturdy above the little boy-
When would I see his heart again?
-so I fret, in vain.
I was young once too, you know,
young and incredibly self-absorbed,
when first I saw a thin husk form
nigh steeped in private torment,
doubts aside I watched it grow,
together they made quite the pair-
student has long eclipsed the teacher
-so I despair, ever the fool.
unnerved by his fledgling maturity
the attacks increased in notches,
before my horrified eyes the shell-
that wretched shell doubled in size
eating itself up, trapping his self
further deep, yet again and again
for attacks never ceased, only increased
-so I saw, in blooming regret.
with righteous anger went innocence,
with resentment went contentment
there must be balance, I suppose?
to douse fire with fire, I light a trap-
smoldering eyes break clean a layer,
one, of the multitudes still to go.
Betrayal shines through his exhaustion.
-so be it, I take up arms.
with each flame he will loath me more-
but is it not worth his freedom?
lonely little boy condemned unknowingly,
the one I swore to protect forever,
the one I must yet protect, though
lost inside the shell affixed over him.
as one we will cast it away from him.
-so I divine, hope springing eternal.
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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The world has not rejected men enough for them to be empathetic.
-SI
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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Cloud
Dreary clouds draped below the sky
billowing showers in drunken stupor-
staggering drizzles interspersed with
thunderstorms of steady purpose,
heaving on till every last drop drained,
The sun peeks through at long last,
beatific through paling dry clouds that
look as delectable as cotton-candy puffs-
the utopic scene has completely erased
a hangover that seeming never was.
Looking up at the sky now, I wonder
how many cottony clouds I have passed,
not realizing the tumultuous storm ere,
how many storm clouds I have judged-
their eventual calm ill-fathomable then,
how many smoggy clouds I have ignored
quietly inching to their billowing point,
As my musings slowly swivel inward,
I fleetingly ponder a karmic angle-
how many could have done me the same?
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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Masks we wear
Buried dreams and stifled screams,
Freely falling treacherous streams,
Come the morn commence the act,
Skirting the edge with pleasing tact,
Mirthless smiles like playing it cool-
Those that care, they all be fooled,
Shadowed walks through the cruel-
Those that don’t, they all be fooled,
Stoke the embers donning sheepskin
They stare agape at your wolf’s grin-
When once buried gladly unearthed,
In time to make them pay their worth.
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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What’s more important, cake or frosting?
Plain vanilla sponge, folded and baked to perfection,
none different from its billions of siblings
living in ubiquity, content with the order
until of course some decide to shake things up,
add a bit of chocolate in like the street hero,
a hint of cinnamon to spice it up, spread the name,
or maybe some matcha, the new global sensation
Yet incomplete are all without some frosting,
whipped and smoothened, soft and sweet
it goes on top piped evenly, adorned in pretty swirls
the cakes complain at being placed beneath,
insist they need not the vapid adornment, for
frosting is airy with no depth, pretty with no flavor,
they conveniently ignore the impact on sales-
bland vanilla pales in front of frosted birthday cake
and alas rage on- what’s most important, cake or frosting?
funnily enough there is another component, one
that binds the cake and frosting as single unit-
sugar glaze that moistens the cake, acts as glue
to stick firmly the frosting atop, and like all good glues
it is unseen, but perhaps unfairly unheard of too
cakes have no problem being drenched in the glaze
for it changes nothing of their outer form, besides
why bother fighting an invisible enemy, unlike the pesky frosting
and so forgotten again, the debates rage on
what’s more important, the cake or the frosting?
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ateardropintheocean · 5 years ago
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Compare
Good? Better.
Smart? Smarter.
Rich? Richer.
Accomplished? More so.
Content? Content.
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Adding this image because I just made it:)
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