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POEM “sickphilias….”
Those who laidWith a kid,animal,dead body,brethrenStoned to deathSaid Ganješ”I was not real In the first place”Forever spin the golden chainsWe all agree And those wooden too. Continue reading
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POEM “They are not”
As others say they are not,As they say they are really not.To emphasize they are,were not-At all. Nor will be. Continue reading
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POEM “Eye”
Manipulation of the eyeIs what’s theirs to Only keepFor themselvesTo doTo themselves. Continue reading
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POEM “Spite”
Those who -Did they reallyThought thatI will too -Did themselves To noughtOut of spite- we beg of theeLeave us beOr…Bye?! Continue reading
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POEM “Two”
She did sheAlwaysNever mindedWhat was thereInstead of herTo reach out for. Continue reading
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POEM “CONFESS”
After the massI shot a man.Crossed my mind to confessTo find again godly bless.Didn’t do itMy life away, I did threw it. Continue reading
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POEM “Really?”
Pure language of realismMakes a clean cut.Therefore I bleed furtherTherefore I bleed deeper.Then when reaching the end,With all the clues I gotAnd with the stanceThat I have not forgotI see anewWhat awaits me next. Continue reading
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POEM “Mindful”
I ruined my body- cut it to pieces.Then I found outI need to comunicate it all out.So I used my tongueTo build it up again.But further I found I need to emancipateLanguage from it,To separate body and mind.So I could do The WorldMy way. Continue reading
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POEM “Ticktock”
The clock said”It’s the future”I replied”How come?”It tried to explainBut it failedBecause the battery died.I tried to fix itBut the clock was friedSome might sayIt was a short circuit.”Better of without it,It just wasted space.”So I just threw it outTo notMy lifespan to shortcutWith it’s ticktocks of”Here I come!” Continue reading
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POEM “One Morning”
I woke up one morningThe washing machine grinded my brain to ashThe fridge did call my hunger via phonecallThe dishwasher spoke to the gasTo deal with it how to explode laterSo I went out of the houseTo stroll the morning streetsAt least the wind wasn’t loud- it just whispered to meA blow Of fresh air Continue reading
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