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I am haunted,

Haunted by ghosts.

'Could have been', 'Should have been','Could be', and 'Should be'

Are their names.

Alas, it is only these four

That fill my lonesome days.

'Could have been',

'Could have been',

How pitiful you are!

Your grandiose wishes

Were crushed by

Circumstance and chance.

'Should have been'

Shushes all others,

A pearl among the gems.

He lies like a carcass

Hewn for the hounds,…

My heart is locked in a bony cage,

Where it writhes and turns for Freedom's sweet lips.

It toils to keep this mortal vessel alive,

Yet struggles to find some peace of mind.

But Darkness calls with comfort and change,

Death's loving embrace so gentle and safe,

The Night calls away all worries formed by Day. – Maya Desdemona

The delicate peace promised to us by the leaders of the world hangs on a balance that tilts steadily towards the rough, violent arms of war. The modern day and age, the one that promised this peace and progress, has seemingly forgotten the many suffering souls around the world, still oppressed, still denied their basic human rights. It is our duty, as citizens of our respective countries, and as…

The moon calls the pristine sea-water,Which in turn, reaches to the sky to answer.The wind sings of this sultry exchange,While the poor rocks,Constantly thrashed by the falling tides,Can only silently sigh. – Maya Desdemona

The one who slays the demon must be worse than the demon himself, don’t you think?Maya’s sleepless brain.

Hello Dear Readers! It gives me great pleasure to tell you that you may now find us even it the depths of Tumblr, though I have not an inkling of an idea on how to format a post here.

For what can Man do, Except follow its predecessors today? Regardless of the path, It all ends with the grave. Till the heart ceases to beat And the hand ceases to move, Till the corpse has no heat And the mind achieves no feat. Yet even beyond the grave All men are remembered in some way And it is through their ideas, Legendary and brave. We know not their life, We know not their strife, At…

The tongue of the PeasantBecame the tongue of the Noble,The Noble tongue was then madeThe tongue of the Ruler.Yet when the Tongue was tetheredAnd the Head was severed,The language remains,Still without chains. – Maya Desdemona