Mk.t.g : Writing

Oh, to be wary of oneself

Oh, to be wary of oneself

A Poem by Mk.t.g


and in the midst of all the chaos I saw myself beaming for the first time All that had ended among others Conceived a long-lost joy for mysel..
The Film, which did not end

The Film, which did not end

A Poem by Mk.t.g


Felt a thousand neglectful hands reach out to me The minute I was told, ‘I like you’ A weight of my heart crumpled away A piece o..
How did it end with us?

How did it end with us?

A Poem by Mk.t.g


And with every passing day, my dear I feel as if my yearning for you deepens And with every word that I utter One knows that it carried its w..
Trapped In A Season

Trapped In A Season

A Poem by Mk.t.g


Autumn leaves falling down, red and orange and yellowNever did I ever want to see it beforeIt felt long overdue, the new seasonI felt like I was trapp..
Enduring Devotion: all gone

Enduring Devotion: all gone

A Poem by Mk.t.g


Was it fun to toss me around?From time to time, till you saw fitI could have sworn I resented youBut the past would always prevailHow could I, How cou..
Holding Onto

Holding Onto

A Poem by Mk.t.g


And I'm still holding ontoWhatever's left behind, nowI don't want to let it goAnd I don't want to leave themScattered like they never wereLike ashes t..
Amygdala

Amygdala

A Poem by Mk.t.g


"There is no illusion, greater than fear"
Dark Hours

Dark Hours

A Poem by Mk.t.g


"Is there anyone who's afraid of losing me?"
A Past

A Past

A Poem by Mk.t.g


"Some nights I wish I could go back in life, not to change things, just to feel a couple of things twice."
Await

Await

A Poem by Mk.t.g


"Waiting is the great vocation of the dispossessed."

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