love, right at your fingertips.

love, right at your fingertips.

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My perception of love, heartbreak and everything romantic. ••• MY LATEST POEM TITLED 'end.' IS NOW AVAILABLE!! Do give it a read :) Edit: This marks the end of my poem book. I loved working on each and every poem and it just blows my mind how versatile writing can be. I feel fulfilled and more than satisfied with my work. I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I do writing it :) Also, this last poem is by far one of my favourite pieces. All the more you should read it! Anyway, till next time. - Dias ••• I pictured this book to consist of 10 poems, split into two sets, showcasing the ups and downs of a romantic life. Some moments fruitful, others holding a sense of hopelessness. I truly enjoyed each and every moment of working on this project and I'm proud to say that this was a success in my eyes. Keep your eyes peeled for new projects in the near future! They're bound to be coming :) ••• I hope that you enjoy reading my work as much as I enjoy writing them! Feel free to vote and share your favourite ones. Give credit where it's due ya ;) Do let me know your opinions about my work too. I'd greatly appreciate it and would love to listen to your inputs. Thank you!
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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