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June3

Poetry

  • Anxiety

    What is this place? It's no longer my room, It's hostile, It's dangerous. It's a battlezone, My eyes are searching everywhere, But not fast enough. The walls are getting darker, ...

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • When The Bell Tolls

    An old experiment of mine, enjoy!

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Do Not Be Afraid Of The Dark

    The is a syllabic verse poem, where you have a certain number of syllables in each line. This poem should have 9 syllables in each line. Enjoy!

    • Poetry
    • Horror
    2 min read


That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.
— Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)