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Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you

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See

Khalid Mukhtar · October 22, 2015 ·

We see with open eyes
The mess our hands devise.
We close our eyes to see
What we would like the world to be.
See before you see

Joke

Khalid Mukhtar · October 20, 2015 ·

Like words that must be spoken,
Forces, awoken,
Hearts and wind, broken,

A joke, however dry,
Must make mindfall.

Weapon

Khalid Mukhtar · October 20, 2015 ·

There are times when
the intellect must be unsheathed
And times when
its gem-studded scabbard suffices
to slay the darkness.

Death

Khalid Mukhtar · October 19, 2015 ·

Autumn and winter:
Annual reminders of death,
Parting a life of summertime toil
From a Life of springtime recreation.

Khalid Mukhtar · October 19, 2015 ·

I feel you
In the denim breath
Of time’s long kiss.
If only you could hear me,
My love.


Inspired by (and picture courtesy): https://t.co/nOwNHY6cs3

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Coffee

Khalid Mukhtar · October 15, 2015 ·

I don’t agree with you
or like what you do
but we can get coffee
talk about everything
and not change anything

Upset

Khalid Mukhtar · October 10, 2015 ·

A wrinkled brow and silence
Portend a storm of frowns
That scale cereal boxes
To smite unpoffered excuses.

Only time makes peace

So Sensitive

Khalid Mukhtar · October 9, 2015 ·

One word to break your heart
No heart to break your word
Forgetting what you said
Recalling what you heard

Indecision

Khalid Mukhtar · October 9, 2015 ·

I came to a crossroads,
And the indecision broke me.
I decided I didn’t want to experience it again,
Ever.

So I live there now.

Khalid Mukhtar · October 5, 2015 ·

How many tweets must a twitterer tweet
‘Fore a twitterer tweets his mind
With his fingers all racing through keystrokes retracing
A thought he cannot leave behind.

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