Poetry
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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 “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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Poem “Shone”
Wicked, wicked something, this way comes.This morning, the Sun, again shone. Forever more,I beg of thee, never again over the mountain come, Thee. Continue reading
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Poem “Mess”
I’m such a glory messDon’t think of me less.I always feel helpless,That’s my only cross to bearI swear. Continue reading
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Poem “Rebel”
İ rebel against Father,Wage a war on all of his.Will I win or lose in the endall of this.I must be in spotSo the target is not lost.What I do the most?Aquire the things lost.For what cost?Freedom. Continue reading
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Poem “Vows”
There’s many vows, in our World. Many, yet still unheard. Use a feather from the ground – your love Will yet to be unbound. Still you hear Natures sound. Civil, culture – try walking on the ground, hear steps poping up, spirals carry us way, way down. Wear your self made Crown, Bright and shinefull… Continue reading
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