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Poetry

Silent Pain

I watched you lay there in silent pain I watched you lay look at me in silent pain Your eyes speaking without volume You tried hard to speak to me There wasn’t much I...

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Poetry

The Prophet

Poem   If I wandered the streets With feet unshod like Socrates and demanded You answer the question: “What is Justice?” Would You think I was a lunatic? Or just another prophet.   more...

Watercolor Girl 0

Poetry

To Be Reborn

Leaves on the ground. Blue on the windows. Steps on the stairs. Red in the eyes. You ate my heart without regret. The feast was witnessed by the dwarfs, and the fairies with their...

poem about being caged 0

Poetry

Cage

Poem My rib cage is actually a birdcage I let one lovely white dove fly into the center core by your heart. Sometimes I revel in sending it your way, perhaps you needed more...

fed up poems 0

Poetry

Begone

Poem It drives me crazy. Your stupid look, your lack of understanding. It makes me puke, the way you talk, phony, you’re just pretending. How am I supposed to communicate with you? Cause everything...

Dark Park 2

Poetry

Glass

The street lights float like orbs, high in the sky. The rain punctures the pavement. A boy walks along a concrete path unaware he is being watched by a girl four stories above or...

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Poetry

Vibrations

Strong vibrations are flowing through the air. Do not despair, for soon we will arrive to the destination with time to spare. That icy, cold glare will melt into the purest expression of total...

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Poetry

Us

She’s waiting… but my paper is still blank waiting for my thoughts, memories and dreams that faded away like spring fog and the echoes of nature are calling them back. Blank papers – blank...

Cliff 0

Poetry

An Inch

To you, it’s an inch. Just an inch in the air, a space that separates you from a desire. But for me- for me, it’s a cliff. A steep drop, into an unknown void,...

Train Station 0

Poetry

Staring

It can be deemed rude to stare on a train, but what is one supposed to do there? Do you put on your iPod, become ensnared transported to another place, far away by music...

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Poetry

At Home

Worshiping the new apartment, baptizing it with homemade lasagna, Reminiscing being eighteen and dreaming of art and nostalgia.   Memories shine bright as we still believe in summer nights. Hanging onto balconies and downtown...

Train Ride 0

Poetry

Just Wait

I would like to put your hands Underneath it So you can tell me How does it feel To get them cut off You can tell me How deep is your understanding Of my...