Poems
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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 “Just we”
Maybe when we dieThere’s millionDiferrent “Is'”ContinuingThe “I” 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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POEM “What for?”
We did it“They begged us” we said, when they asked– “Why?”What for, did we do it ?- to survive.We begged freedomBecause we saw too muchunfortunately, our fate is such.We did feel sorrowBecause we had it comingThis wicked tomorrow.From noone we did borrowSuch tremedousBurden and horror.For what we wantis not to wantso it began– The Hunt. Continue reading
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