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The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood?

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The rain, it always gives me ideas. The way the sound of raindrops dominates and makes all other sounds seem irrelevant. I believe many would agree with me that they love sleeping to the rain’s lullaby.

Second in line, is overcast. The different shades of grey in the sky always give me peace. I’ve never really been fond of the sun, or summer for that matter. I only like the sun for light, that’s pretty much it. The heat part I can do without; I easily get sweaty palms.

When it starts to snow, am I the only one who feels like celebrating Christmas? Sometimes half-expecting to see a man with a strong fondness for red, on a flying sleigh. I believe the weather changes my mood at times, but not all the time. When it does however, I get a wave of inspiration like no other.

-Dante

 

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Reverse fragmentation.

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Shattered to be rebuilt again

Pick the fragments of debris

Salvage what remains

But never, leave the pieces

They are who you are

 

Every end signals a new beginning

If they tell you, “you can’t do it”

Laugh

It just means there’s one more person

To surprise

Keep it cool as ice

If finishing the pie is a victory

Don’t settle for a slice.

 

-Dante

Home Sweet Home.


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How have I been? I’m glad you asked

An illusive set of events, chuffed they’re all in the past

Wrist breaking tests plus a daily dosage of assignments

No dent to my passion, the fervor for writing is still in alignment

Believe it or not, I wrote this on the go

I know, my addiction to the ink is starting to show

I can’t tell you how good it is, to be here again

A place where I can take logic and give it a spin

But enough about me, let’s talk about you

Reading your poetry is what I’m dying to do.

-Dante

A Hall Of Mirrors.

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Waking up from a world I thought was real, looking everywhere and seeing multiple projections of the person I’ve become. Through slumber, I find circumstantial footage of myself, reacting to events in ways I never thought I would. A dream with a twisted idea of mathematics, subtractions I never saw coming, people dying, leaving me powerless in the wake of a situation I thought I would be able to handle. Mirrored reflections, all reacting in different ways, none mimicking my initial motions. Doing what I can, polishing the mirrors, clearing the smudges and fingerprints intended to hide my true nature; each step counts, I can feel the need for progression, I hear it, as if my shoes are laced with wind-chimes.

Has the time come for me to be open? like a graciously provided Christmas present; willing to show content I keep on the inside. A habit i’m not…

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Whispers to the Moon.

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At dusk,

Sitting by the balcony

A glass of water here

A comfy chair there

To admire the stars alone?

If only.

 

Under the night sky

The moon

In all its splendor

Well rounded,

Counselor,

Keeper of secrets,

My secrets.

 

Reflecting light,

Telltale signs

Of a possible tomorrow

And a light,

That exists elsewhere.

 

When the sky reveals a dark veil

My friend appears

A good listener,

But not much of  a speaker.

 

-Dante

 

The Next Storm.

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He stands

Willingly

Sword and shield in hand

Fragments of armor intact

Battle scars exposed

Under the scorching sun.

 

He tells her to run

She refuses

“No, i’m not leaving you!”

He nods

Not in agreement

But in awe of her angelic presence

 

Perplexed by recent choices

A Kings-guard

Betraying a Kingdom

Out of love,

Was this selfish?

 

Dropping his armaments

He hugs her, teary eyed

She feels his emotions

If only for a second.

The ground starts to tremble.

 

A stampede of armored Knights

Approaching from a distance

He readies his arms.

Looking into her eyes

For what may be the last time.

 

He dashes off

hell-bent on winning

The plan?

Meeting the army head-on

 

For once,

He was not fighting for entertainment,

Selfish desires or gold

For once,

It was not for the approval of his King

For once,

He was fighting for what he believed in

He was fighting,

For ‘them’.

 

 

-Dante

 

Splintered Pleasure.

Pondering on an idea

One that comes quick

Eureka, a title

Solid as brick.

 

After a long days work

Finally,

I got one

But wait, recall

Chores to be done.

 

 

-Dante

Seeking Success.

You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.

 

–Christopher Columbus

Attack Of The Strawberries.

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Summery and delicious

Juicy bowl delights

Nutrient value inimitable

Fruit basket politics

Personally vouching

For the Queen of Fruits.

 

Heart shaped infantry

Jam-packed

With Liquid artillery

Red gear

Polka-dotted camouflage

Not forgetting, the signature calyx

Once removed

The duty commences.

 

Predictable outcomes

On the battlefield

Each time

Total domination

Of the taste-bud war.

 

-Dante

 

 

 

Impromptu.

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Tailored,

To follow a unique fabric of thought,

Adrenaline rush

Thrill, from being the under-dog.

 

Naturally,

Sticking to my roots

Driven,

Moving the pen at Mach 10 speeds.

 

-Dante

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