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Verbose Men are the best Men. | The Theatre of Dreams
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The Theatre of Dreams. Verbose Men are the best Men. Having recently gone through writer’s block AGAIN, this little piece inspired me to start writing once more, to sound out in words the beauty of the English Language. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Verbose Men are the best Men.
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August | 2016 | The Theatre of Dreams
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The Theatre of Dreams. I’ve paid my dues,. Time after time,. I’ve done my sentence,. But committed no crime. Verbose Men are the best Men. A trial by knives. On From Dusk till Dawn. On Terrible Tiny Tales. On त म क न? Verbose Men are the best Men. A trial by knives. On From Dusk till Dawn. On Terrible Tiny Tales. On त म क न? Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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The Theatre of Dreams | Welcome, readers. | Page 2
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The Theatre of Dreams. January 24, 2016. As the soldier advanced,. Bloodlust in his heart,. He saw a most heartrending sight,. Which did well to make him start. A lonesome shell on the ground lay,. Discharged of its content,. Spilled more ‘an a drop of blood, nay,. More than just steel it bent. But around that lonely gunpowdered remain,. Lay a moving finger and eyes and toes,. Scarce out of the womb of its now late mother,. A newborn life arose. And as the soldier saw another,. A hundred other blue eyes,.
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A trial by knives | The Theatre of Dreams
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The Theatre of Dreams. A trial by knives. With bated breath he waited,. His life in disarray,. A gentle promise, a few breathed words. Seemed made aeons away. With a visible undertone. He didn’t seem to understand,. Silly boy, she berated. Time and tide wait for none,. Or so the saying went,. A wait prolonged by life itself,. It wouldn’t ever end. Silent pleas made to the heavens. The stars shone galore,. The sun didn’t stop shining,. But he could take no more. An easy retreat it seemed,. On त म क न?
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Short Poems- 1 | The Theatre of Dreams
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The Theatre of Dreams. March 11, 2016. We are a rock revolving around a golden sun. We are a million children rolled into one. So when I hear about the hole in the sky,. Salt water wells in my eye. From Dusk till Dawn. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Verbose Men are the best Men.
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Drumroll | The Theatre of Dreams
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The Theatre of Dreams. January 28, 2016. Ever noticed how the build-up to something is more exciting or scary or exhilarating or terrifying than the actual event itself? Ever looked forward to something so much, that it just seems like a letdown when it actually arrives? I’m looking at you, birthdays and New Year Eves). Sometimes we count down to a particular event, not knowing how fast we’ll actually reach the event, or how quickly it’ll pass, whether the event is morbid, mundane or joyful. On त म क न?
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From Dusk till Dawn | The Theatre of Dreams
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The Theatre of Dreams. From Dusk till Dawn. The edge of the universe,. They were destined to do this. As the times met once again,. The single star peeked through. And as the glow of the brightest flame,. Faded to light up another. Part of the beautiful world. The single star peeked through. And as the brightness of day lilted. And gradually gave way. To a remnant of a shallow lake,. The single star peeked through. And as the night wearied on,. Waiting to have its darkness hid,. Said it had had enough.
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Complete | The Theatre of Dreams
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The Theatre of Dreams. Middot; May 19. Dear God, you do worship Kohli. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. A trial by knives.
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तुम कौन? | The Theatre of Dreams
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The Theatre of Dreams. August 27, 2015. As Susie walks along, she is struck by a weird thought. Was that cute boy in class glancing at her today? The thought makes her blush. Her mind then switches to her upcoming exams, she hopes she can finally become an engineer, otherwise her parents will be extremely annoyed. They will probably blame her for not doing anything with her life at all. She must…. 8220;aaaaaah, heeeeelp! When individuals resort to rape because of pent up sexual frustration. त म ह क न आह?
