![Please](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/ac99ed9ac88f6c18d5f806d152b0965a.jpg) |
An empty oyster,
I fool the visitor,
as he opens the shell,
eyes alight in hunger,
in hopes of f..
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![Drowning](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/650d71a4d0d44d5b449d66770ec76b65.jpg) |
Written during a period of depression. Excerpt: With my legs thrashing about/ Eyes unwavering as I watch the/ Waves, a lover’s ache.
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![The Malady is Victorious](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/ffa774808396aea7b6f84f7132c1fbd5.jpg) |
A woeful poem. Depressing. Excerpt:Life has ceased, death has not arrived,
and I am in a constant limbo between the two, a child in a divorce.
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![Breathe](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/ace0af3686599f2d6ea13e0b7fe81674.jpg) |
Muddled thoughts, metaphorical suffocation and existential gloom must be vented--- thus this poem. Excerpt: Lost in the perpetual/cryptogram/ never to..
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![The Dagger](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/6e0f674e7ecea203387239468c955089.jpg) |
A short story concerning enticement, greed, power, deception and poverty. Excerpt: A sickly smiled materialized on her heavenly face, an offence to ch..
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![Tabula Rasa, Every Day](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/606b13daa7a7a699d9ffef8309c1cc44.jpg) |
My parents immigrated to Canada from Afghanistan. This poem is for them and the family members I wish I could have met.
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![Only Silence Is Yielding](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/9566b52398be726b94cc5bc67d65bc47.jpeg) |
Written during a period of melancholia. Excerpt:thirsty eyes are watching/ piercing the echoing darkness/ the pebble is descending/ the ragged face is..
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![Ringing Ringing in the Silence](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/4897c5a46918a791427c94c14890ca8d.jpg) |
Written during a bout of existential depression Excerpt: A dove I was born, but you have made me an unsightly crow. I try to sing euphonious tunes, bu..
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![Such Is the End](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/5ea45bab6eaa2693a579984515fa5c13.jpg) |
Started as a diary entry, turned into a poem. Excerpt: Morbid thoughts are now somehow velvet lace/ making graveyards look like gardens.
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![And Dreams](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/7731f2c843a029956f8ab9aa30e16544.jpg) |
Poem written whilst feeling nostalgic about childhood. Excerpt: elusive childhood skips before me, dancing with rain beneath a dark sky/cerise balloon..
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