Manasa Sanka
Ever since I was young, writing intrigued me. I have an extensive passion for writing, accentuated by my finding: words can paint a picture in the mind more effectively than an actual canvas covered with the strokes of a paintbrush. To showcase my talent and passion for writing and also share my poetry with anyone willing to read it, I publish my work as a free-lance writer. My main goal is to nurture my writing skills with professional criticism and an encouraging environment, both of which Associated Content provides, and I proudly accept.
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The Senior HomeSenior citizens in those hellish senior homes have always come across to me as the saddest of humans. With their bright, happy titles like "Daylight Center", the people there. Yeah, they are people. They are left with the loneliest of existences. -
None Shall EndureA story of a man who rose to the sky, searching for a reason to die for a broken love. The effect of nostalgia, the lack of self-confidence and reassurance. The loss of his life.
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Midnight MeanderHow the mind steps through dreams in the night, the most beautiful time of day. Escaping the sorrow of life, it provides an illusion of happiness. -
Make and BreakThe way society blames its carnage on these physical beings called hands rather than the human inside, the evil that overtakes their very being. This is what truly holds the blame. People and the evil within them. -
The EgomaniacA poem about a lonely life, only exacerbated with a selfish character. Written from a point-of-view of a man.
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A Barbie DollThe lonely feeling when childhood departs and ones life is left, old and wise, the innocence left behind, lost in tears and years. This poem illustrates the need to relive those memories, all the joy brought back from a simple Barbie Doll of the past.
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A Very Deep FootstepYosemite, the safe haven it currently is, wasn't always the same. It was shaped bye the work of many, alive, dead, and abiotic, and it endured through the mess. Now we all have the wonderful National Park we conceive at will.
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EyesDenote the true value of the eyes as more than a path to see -- but rather a sea of sight. For with or without it, much more is held in its depth than the simplicity of refracted light settled on the planets extents. -
RealizationHave you ever hurt someone without realizing one very important thing? They are human. they have feelings. And then you miss the opportunity to revive, as they slowly drift away... From you...from the world....
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LiesSo deeply betrothed to lies that one believes in them oneself. Buried so hopelessly in the abyss of wrongs, the abyss of lies. -
The Lone LeafThe leaf falls, unable to do anything for the world. Pointless on its own, this realization crashes upon it as the ground comes closer and closer. It cries. Then it dies, unable to make an imprint even in its last moment. We CAN do something. But do we? -
The Bloody Red RoseRoses. red. love. glee. enticing empowerment. Right? NO! Roses are blood, thorns, death, and treachery. They work against us, but hold onto the very same lifeline.
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Make and BreakLife comes at one as it wants. Yet those two mechanical masterpieces, those hands, can change any path. All that matters is one thing. The mind must be true to the hands for them to do their best: stray from vainglory.
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The Submerged SurfaceThe ocean. Is it really what it seems? Or is there something hidden deep inside? Not hidden, no. It is a manifestation of what we perceive. A rush of fierce pride and hungry power. The rancorous current passed off as a gentle wave. We see what we want. -
AloneStaring at a star far away, searching for something that you KNOW exists in your life, some sign of importance. Yet, it is unreachable. So far away... -
Abrupt EgressHave you ever done something you regretted so much? What's worse: you could not make it right. Ever. I was a monster. An unfeeling crackpot. When reality washed over me and I finally changed, the loved ones I betrayed were no longer there. A lone hermit. -
Destiny of FatePerhaps a cause for all destruction, something to blame everything, exists in the world. In Romeo and Juliet, Fate, or rather the illusion of its importance in destiny, is responsible for the ill-outcomed events. This analysis depicts and honors my stand. -
Fear of ForeverSociety fails to acknowledge the insecurity rooted within the depths of the human soul. The fear of the idea of forever. With that, reflect on your life. You must have believed in "Friends Forever" or immortality at some point! Nothing lasts. -
Coincide with the Color in My EyeThe world always goes its own way and we have to adjust. Why can't we make decisions and end up how we would like in the end? -
Striving for StarlightEveryone looks for something in life. Sometimes it is for achievement. Sometimes it is to please others. But there is always that one thing that drives one forward. Something very attainable that utilizes hope for purpose in life. That is your starlight.
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Purity in Its PurestMany aspire mutually, but few have ethereal hopes, those that matter to oneself. To others, this is only one less in their competition, yet when it comes to satisfaction, she shall be revered and serve as an epitome of hope and the true purpose of life. -
Live the LieIs love really what it seems? In truth, none are happy except the falsely loving likes of the lover.
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Saga of LoveA sweetie poem for Valentine's day. It is true...I fell in love once...with myself. And it was a completely new day in a new world. Fall in love guys :) It's something worth living for. -
Sense of SummerRevealing dawn to the dim, dull daunts of February, Summer comes around. Its beauty overwhelming and its presence ominous. It comes unacknowledged, but it impacts us all the same like a glance from a shy but friendly long-lost friend.
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The Fake Reality's FeignI am not crazy or depressed. I am simply aware of the obstruction that we face, inspired by stereotypes and fueled by ignorance. This poem details that obstruction is quite necessary in order to live, as we shall never survive without our own la la land.