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POEM “Virgins”
He, carryingIt, The Eastern sinAnd dying with it -We all know what It is – Virginity.And as he carriedHis VirginityWith himTo his graveHe lost it allAnd himselfHe gave- Simply,He never was there. Continue reading
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POEM “Change”
He might have said”Still the same sexBut a different person”And that would be anImplication of aDifferent Change. Continue reading
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POEM “Dignity”
Who fucks DignityNowdays”We all said.”And got on our kneesSome of us…And some of us stoodStanding.”And the job was done.” Continue reading
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POEM “I am”
The part that I’mMost curious aboutIs the part ofMy Origin…Where did I Come from and why and what for?I concluded withYears of pondering”I am one of those- Fictions.” Continue reading
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POEM “Rain”
Wasn’t their noveltyPicturesque novelsAnd theirsPhilosophical novels– weren’t thereExperimentsThat they didWhich shouldHave been secret– only talked aboutSecretly at fiveWhile drinking coffeeAnd smoking– While the rain poursDown the window sillAnd we cry together’cause we’re beingMisunderstood. Continue reading
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POEM “Ink”
Some of us in Books Use A canvasSome of us UsePlain paperSome of usUseBrush some penAnd some pencilAnd some uf us Use A MachineAnd it all ends upLike this- we use Ink. Continue reading
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POEM “Beggar”
“An address of welcome”Is every BeggarsDream,And every BeggarsDream…Is ruinedBecause they are simplyNot welcome”We meant a specialKind of Beggar” Continue reading
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ESSAY “Tradition”
I base my own opinion of it on my personal experience of looking at photographies of passed away authors, mostly from the literary era of modernism of the twentieth century. No need even to mention them, we all know who I mean, the artists of the twentienth century, mostly form the first half. Looking at… Continue reading
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POEM “Scream”
I thoughtQuentin saved Benji”The family didn’t care”I thought Popay was Marcel ProustAnd that heHad no SanctuaryAnd that The Wild PalmsWill bloomWhen there’s Light.”So we all screamed, together””And were furious about it.” Continue reading
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POEM “He said it himself”
He narrated himself’cause he knewWhat it means”To fight for memory”- he said it himselfLoudly, as he wroteHis autobiography Continue reading
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