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Wild Embers by Nikita Gill
Poems of rebellion, fire and beauty Wild Embers by Nikita Gill is a firestorm of lovely prose, that at times, can be quietly powerful and
Poems of rebellion, fire and beauty Wild Embers by Nikita Gill is a firestorm of lovely prose, that at times, can be quietly powerful and
Your hero is my villain, It’s nothing personal; Wish you could see people can be Different things to other People— I didn’t mean to make
I have a lost lover, Who loved me with himself Now loves me with his illusionary presence I have a lost lover, Who stared at
They don’t know who I am, not like they used to think Before it all came apart Maybe I’ve changed Maybe I’ve sunk a
Somewhere in random conversations people throw words like ‘she has a way with words’. Subtly I’d like to think I have a way with words,
Crossing by a half baked poetry I found it on the pan over Half dried fired woods of words Smoky all around Suffocation of my
Rajah debuts with a powerful collection of poetry that toes the line between lyrical artistry and complete and utter nonsensical peculiarity. Synopsis: In the
The divine is tangible the body a temple the legs spires the hands feathers the eyes stain -glassed hues Prayer As a shawl falls
I went to the waters, Salty myself, Saw a line, Between the seas and heavens, And thought to myself- Maybe, maybe That is where we
What was her favorite color? Was it the brown in your eyes? Or Was it the pink in your smile? Was it the black that
To trade these hands For a house in the forest, landed On a hill above any risk of flood, but near A flowing stream,
I met you at the museum. Funny really, because to me you belong here. Up there with the masterpieces. Among the statues which look beautiful
Their life is hard, As hard as bonded super glue. But in the meantime, It is also the sweetest. They melt your whole self, Neither
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at