How does grief feel?
It's the word you can not utter, the numbing of your senses and vertigo before you tip over, once again.
Joy is a yellow ballon, slowly expanding inside your chest, till your cheeks hurt from trying to contain it in, and it bursts, showering you in confetti
Content is that moment when you have nothing to do and lie down with a smile on your face as you stare at the sky and wiggle your toes.
Anxiety is a cacophony of noises that you can't turn off, because it's inside your head, and not out. It's constricting lungs, drying nose and tumbling words in your mouth.
Fear is silence.
Love is a heavy head refusing to move from another's stomach, even when there are heaps of pillows nearby. It's a mushy alubukhara passed matter-of-factly from one plate of biriyani to another.
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Modern Metaphysical Poems
PoésieWhy metaphysical? Well, because I love the Metaphysical Poets from the early Elizabethan era, and given the crazy age of technology that we live in, I think now is a better moment than ever to revive the school of poetry that merged science and phil...
