Poetry
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For My Mother
Sometimes I think I’m okay, but when the tide turns I realise that everything is gone. The once strong, beautiful tower no longer exists; She once was a…
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Stitched Into Conformity
You skim past traffic lights, unshaken by car crashes, Ride countless roller coasters, seeking any sensation. You wait for the window’s reflection to reveal your purpose, Meticulously practising to…
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Prometheus
Our being is a harlequin, Shackled to Caucasus. It matters not time nor era, The mountain’s peak, our eternal rest, Where the cycle of infinity ignites into progress…
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Paradoxical Beliefs
We talk, 1 hour on the intricacies of the olive oil making process, Tomorrow I’ll forget your name, isn’t that how it is? it all comes and…
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Behind the Curtain
backstage in the wings coughing on the smoke. help. spent all my time here got nothing to do moving props and singing songs backstage with the crew …
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Eternal Roads
Inevitable, Contorted roads, shadowed lanes, endless paths. Yet, No matter how we stray, No matter how much we wander, We will all converge upon the same…
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Butterflies In The Dark
I wonder if it was worth it in the end. Working vendor, out on a stand. Lost to a crowd that forgot my name. Dark to the light that…
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Wolf Tooth
Four hundred pounds per square inch down on my right wrist. It tore through my skin and flesh breaking my bones. Ripped tissues and muscles lay on shredded…
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Moon Butterfly
Late, all those bloodied rabbits crushing the butterfly’s wings. Hurtful curses and words of bliss: Why? Aren’t the Gods listening? Mushed wings on shredded ice… to have memories…
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White Snake
The white snake encounters a scholar in a vibrant field. A sea of red engulfing his path. Petals of roses, delicate and rare. In the pavilion, the scholar tends…
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A Friend Or A Fire?
I miss that time Spent without care When we were strangers And nothing more He meant nothing No friend, nor foe Until he boasted About his scores …
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Said yes. The time will pass anyways.
The wavering of our small sun, glazed orange through glass Blushing mandarin-watery, when I came out to greet it The greyest tint. The tiniest centre of our world— I…
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Another World
Blind I do not see the stars. Too blind. Too far gone. I sit cold as my heart contends with the winter around me. The dogs can…
