Poetry
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POEM “Duo”
He built a towerShe built a lighthouseNear the shoreTo get going the boatsSailing on stormy nightsFeeling the SeaHungry and devouringBeneath – the sailorsDid not knowThey are the many On the duosDeath row. Continue reading
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Poem “Something else we’ve done”
Cry me a nebula’cause the costOf what is with the deed lostIs what outrages me the mostBut let’s do the trickAnd have a toastFor it has comeBecause something else we’ve done. Continue reading
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Poem “boredom”
She got boredHe got bored tooWe all got fucking boredSo we did it anywayMoved onIt was a test to surpassThe fights between our fancy and class.Is it destruction of the mass?Or did we just outwit our own sass?Poor us, where is the trust?Between spaces and timesAre all our crimesNothing no more shinesWhy all the mines?… Continue reading
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“NARRATIVE POEM” Psychology of ETHER
Ether said she was not a boy. She was electrifying all the cables nowdays. But it was a serious question. What was I Ether for?Was I invented or made – or sexualy born?Who fucked who in that situation if it was true? Then something blew?! Or what was that anyway?Ofcourse, a sudden realisation, an impulse, Continue reading
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Poem “Mirror”
Once upon a time I was a mirror.Suffering was the game ofThe one looking at the glass.I did feel as the gazer wantedBut I foughtThe battle of breakthrough.Mirror, mirror – the past of meWhat did I doTo deserve the Reflection of only me. Continue reading
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Poem “the big He”
He never felt Love.Did he have a Soul,Or was he emotionaly foul?Did he ever heartfully beam,Or was he the other stream?Does the memory about himSeem strange?To where did his view range,And did he offer clarity at all?Did he sell out,Just to make us, his puppetsUsable and small? Continue reading
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Poem “First sin”
Virginity is a sinCardinal, so to speak.Let it all out, let it leak.So we might forevermoreFreedom shout. Continue reading
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Poem “Shimmer”
I fell apartBecause a shimmer Did my soul darkNo more, no moreWill they See my lightly spark. Continue reading
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Poem “F. W.”
Finnegan woke,It was his worst day ever.He found out he was a book.What he mistook, only his look.Ugly be, pretty don’t see. Continue reading
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Poem “Weary night”
Black is the weary night,Hold on tight For your sight.Darkness overtakesAnd whatever it takes…That it something of itOut there makes – Be sure of it! Continue reading
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