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Get to know the author + guideline about my padlet.

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Get to know the author + guideline about my padlet.

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Hi there, I'm Athena and known for the author name A.M.

I welcome you to the deepest parts of my heart and mind where I post a little bit of everything including but not limited to poetries, novellas and even songs I want you to listen to while you read my entries. I appreciate you for being here.

GUIDELINES:

- Every week I'll be posting three entries ranging from different types or forms of literature.

- Sometimes, I tend to get ahead of myself and already work on the entries I'm supposed to be working on the next week. Hence, if you see a post with a "TBP" on it, it means "to be posted" and it is an entry I'm currently working on and will be posted in the next week. It allows the readers of my padlet to anticipate my upcoming entries/works (atleast, I hope)

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A sight beyond control
fiery trail in every caress
burned his mortal soul
and endures it nonetheless

A blanketed dimmed glare
An awakening gone too soon
to be graced upon its mortal stare
is to live and die within its tune

Plunges in its depth
in his darkness she confides
to hold was their waning breath
as sorrowful death guides

Time, held as victims
as soon as the horizon dims

published: 01/17/23

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to be in the eye of the calamity,
with no life vests in tow,
and have your eyes and ears closed
as you sink low, low, low

the first hit, the first shake,
felt more of a grand wake,
staring at a broken mirror
in its familiar body
made it more clearer

and the bright light was shown,
and it was not white nor gold,
it was reality,
soaked in bile and rust cloaked.

published: 01/17/23

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And I feel nothing,
two palms on my ears keeping the words away.

I'm on the brink of something treacherous.
I'm on the shore and closer in the deep seabed
and I don't know where to place myself.
Should I keep afloat or let myself sink deeper?

published: 01/17/23

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Hear the whistling of the wind,

The cry of the wolves,

And the soft calling of rain above,

The incessant tap of footsteps

Laughter amid the brew filled stomach
The tick of the moth in the caged flame

The bosoms meeting through touch

The incessant rushing of blood in vein

The nightly dance of the trees

The shush and hum of a mother

And subsiding wails

The incessant puff of ragged breath

The creak of a tattered door

The rustling of bawl-stained sheets

Until no sound was heard

But the incessant weep of solitary

published: 01/25/23

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I am but a black hole
in a cluster of stars
where uncertainty lives inside me
in the darkness they leave me be

where no one has dared look
where I am often mistook
a murky void
oh, merely a blank book

published: 01/26/23

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In a glass caged vial,
in it is a woman
flooded in her mind was words
and curious hues
that spills whenever it reaches its blues

The vial encircled on a tight grip hand
and once every few months,
the hand shook with the vial mimicking its motion
such is the woman inside

She shook, and shook, and shook
amidst the swaying of the flood,
of words and curious hues that sparkles as it touches light
making the woman a caged beauty
that the shaking of the hand find it its duty

As the shaking stops,
followed by a deep slumber
the woman within wakes up
an onslaught of flood, words and curious hues

She once again awaits
for the shaking she finds her firm fate

published: 01/26/23

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To let a loved one go,

As their shadow haunts another

Can take whomever in a prison of despair

May they be armored and all.

As their laughter unclogs the dam

And spills at your feet
Circles around your knees,

Caresses your bosom,

And crowns around your head.

published: 02/04/23

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How does one live in the looming presence
of a double-edged sword?

published: 02/04/23

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Even chaos when put in display

becomes art.

published: 02/04/23

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Yesterday,
was every other day
as it was day by day

And your hums
that may,
grace my ear, as it may

Until you lay,
knees and ground touch,
as they pray

Today,
different as the day
now your hum in my bosom
bears its weight

published: 02/10/23

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Curious is she,
that touches the sky
as the ground kisses her feet

Unbound is she,
that graces the mountains
within filled streets

Wise is she,
that still carries faith
held by ambivalent need

Strong is she,
that drowns but never sink

published: 02/10/23

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Did these tears ever reach
Those that it wants to meet
Did it ever caress their cheeks
Like it trails on mine before sleep

published: 02/10/23

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She who speaks with trees

and dances with the tides

Caressed by the spring

Flap of wings as her guide

In every fallen petal that once was

a blooming wonder—may it be so brief

She collects within each palm

its beauty beyond belief

This constant call of wander,

may it find no end!

For here is a home

and many to call a friend.

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heard was a boom

hues in the sky of black

heard was a wail

heard was a laugh

heard was a boom

hues in the sky of white

palms outstreched

palms clutched tight

heard was a boom

a speck of gold

a speck of red

a speck of light

smoke swirling

in a once bright sight

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life is but a headstart

of black and blue

once picked apart

harbours no bright hues

the twinkling of above

we were taught to reach

of the blazing red behoved

and the orb of white beam

but how must one attain

if the ground holds plea

meets the woe of rain

does one fly if must be?

to soar is to touch what ignites

do i die first to see the light?

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XV. an excerpt of a book never finished.

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XV. an excerpt of a book never finished.

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"father, is there really a world beyond ours?"

"what makes you question it?" incredulous painted on the father's face.

"people make fun of what we know of a whole new world beyond belief" the daughter replies.

"it's in your head you see, everything you see is in your head. why not make it real? your imagination is powerful than all things on earth combined." father walks closer to point at his daughter's head. "in here, you can. you can dive unto the deepest oceans and crawl the highest mountains. why is there no world beyond ours if you believe it? if your mind can see it? just because something isn't there, doesn't mean it's not there. go dig deeper, search high and low and see the wonders of thinking ahead and braving the great unknown"

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I am my own woman
that's who I deem to be
not merely a half of a man
but seen only as me

a woman of sacrifice
a woman of life!
a woman not shackled
by this futile strife

may I be who I am
regardless of who
may they look at me
not by surface—but seen through

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To pluck cherries
from the forbidden tree
To taste its tang
and saccharine weep

Of joyful weep,
crimson in each bud
and in once pale teeth
bitters of bile and blood

Come! the gust of wind
leaves, the ground calls
within each heavy drop,
gushes pain in each fall

Pearls of muddy red
arrives in line
beckoning thirst
toasts to woe and wine.

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Dark molds hold refuge in my heart
making it its canvas,
its once beating and blushing hue
now blackened, purplish and blue.

From the bare window
fumes as the gust of wind,
inhaled unnoticed,
akin to a stolen kiss.