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Monthly Archives: April 2013
a cHiLd In ThE sCeNe
mirror is ghosts of shattered childhood shaped in thin and fat skeletons covered in brown we go through different dramas in our playground some good some bad we’re soaked changed and abused 2013
Posted in Poetry
8 Comments
amsterdam
slow motion heartbeats are nervous breakdown of secret feelings kept like unread diaries and in time change from red to white pierced rooms and starry polished nails never personify a modern day venus but tall mannequins in glass amsterdam shops … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
17 Comments
terms on linen papers
spring sun burns cupid papers in scented melons and south wind turning at us are cold lips in the afternoon no more complicated love and we know we can grow old together from sundown to sunrise 2013
Posted in Poetry
7 Comments
black & white
i’m falling greatly this crude test is heavy on my shoulders comprehending all the circumstances is freedom to my mind all of these proven and lack of me is not what it is 2013
Posted in Poetry
5 Comments
SuMmEr
i see the summer in your eyes like twin flamed eyes burning me in yellow hell the hot hot you is fire as mad romance on a wide bad bed this body aches at the sight of your virgin … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
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PLanEt FaLsE
doping— like a compulsion buying happiness worth a thousand cash pretending with a face and smiles it is a bullied truth that settles in denial 2011
Posted in Poetry
4 Comments
narcissism 101
pressed lips both fall into oblivion and the only sin they find is their idolatry to themselves 2013
Posted in Poetry
8 Comments
tHe NaTuRe Of SoMe PrEtTy ThInGs
ocean tides roar my feelings explode red is anger i can’t control this nature the nature of me there’s still beauty the pretty things feelings explode i can’t control the fault in me i must forgive 2013
Posted in Poetry
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tHe LoNeLy NoOn
it can be endless as the only sound i hear is the ticking of the wall clock it doesn’t stop it doesn’t stop i’m all this flop floating unaware on the lonely noon maybe i am the only one … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
6 Comments
complex
hurt is true i inflict wild panic in your quiet world pain is a pool of tears dismissing funny faces of us religion is routine at mornings when churchbells ring and we wake up half-hearted 2013
Posted in Poetry
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