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To read a poem Is to see light where there is darkness Is to hear silence where there is noise Is to dance where there is no music Is to sing where the only instrument is words And the stirring, impassioned pausesA.A. Patawaran
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I can't remember the poem That pierced through my heart It was the saddest I heard Of all truths ever spoken It left a scar in me A wound that doesn't heal But the words are forgotten So is a big part of meA.A. Patawaran
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I read for pleasure In search of fictional worlds To enrich my truthsA.A. Patawaran
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Real is overrated No way in my life is that the gist I'd be everything I am not If I were a fictionistA.A. Patawaran
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Words are music to the ears, alone or together, with or without melody.A.A. Patawaran
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And because the world is too big and time is too short and you only have one life to live, read!A.A. Patawaran
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Blank pages are cruel Pure torture in white or beige But how else to startA.A. Patawaran
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But the sun will rise the day after tomorrow A millennium without us silences our last echo To tiny fragments even our plastics are reduced In Eden Reincarnate all life but ours is renewedA.A. Patawaran
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I exaggerate There is a lie in my truth Look! My soul is blueA.A. Patawaran
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I crouch in corners The infection is widespread Love epidemicA.A. Patawaran
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Does my soul suffer When my body breaks down When I feel mortal When my body is weak Does the soul rejoice The end is nearA.A. Patawaran
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No music in the raindrops No clouds with silver lining Torrents of sorrows Horror in streamsA.A. Patawaran
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Every story is a ride to some place and time other than here and now. Buried in an armchair, reclined on a couch, prostrate on your bed, or glued to your desk, you can go places and travel through time.A.A. Patawaran
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The heart is a repository of emotions--real, imagined, and invented, owned and borrowed, past, present, future--and there in your chest, operating at an average of 80 beats per minute at rest, is a heart that has stories to tell.A.A. Patawaran
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Write in pictures. With your words, let the reader see not letters, but images. Be specific about every detail, but don't describe it--make it happen on the page, if you were writing fiction, or make it happen over again, if you were writing about history or some recent event.A.A. Patawaran
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A blank page is no empty space. It is brimming with potential... It is a masterpiece in waiting -- yours.A.A. Patawaran