Monthly Archives: July 2015

I Felt Wrong

I wanted to spend time on my own space. But I felt wrong. I tried to sleep and escape reality. And I felt wrong. I thought over and over what made me mad. Yet I felt wrong. I was under … Continue reading

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Arrows

Sharp on the skins, people scream, people in pain. Nipping slowly, entering. Eyes are wet, eyes are crying. People panic. What lies below and floating one by one from the hell and everything I hear says, “thud, thud, thud.” It … Continue reading

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Chronic

My body shrinks like a barbecue skin. My eyes are sticky. I cannot blink. Glued to a disastrous wall, I cease to panic. Resisting fear, I relax and chill. Hypnotic eyes can control. A mind manipulated is trapped in the … Continue reading

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Stranger

No door, no windows, no floor. I float, I toss, I bloat. I am a stranger to my own strange dreams. No sky, no ground, only space. The distance I travel is miles away from home. I am absent in … Continue reading

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Wishing That The Devil Isn’t Here

Wishing that the devil isn’t here… …I can roam my earth. Tracing the air with the thin stares of my eyes…dense. Rain perpetuates my inner desire to go outside…I breathe. I open the pages of a fairy-tale book… …Smelling the old papers. … Continue reading

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Centimeters

The morning shape of the thoughts rolling up and down in my brain is abstract and obscure. The comfort I get from thinking too much of you is this chance to play fiction in my mind. I am quite well … Continue reading

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Rough

Another night and I recognize the only thing that brings me to all this realization. You make me try to regret but I decline this pathetic feeling. 2015

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Bachelor

Legs stretched on a velvet couch. Mind wanders in a desolate maze. Heart sinks underneath an empty space. My place is an open field. I grab a chance and become real. Ambition is a confident dream. A little more of … Continue reading

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On The Space Where The Evergreen Is

Find me. Find me here. Good and new. I am more than a tiny drop of morning dew. Bigger, bigger. I am eager and no knowledge can ignore. My shadow moves gracefully on your marble floor. I float on the … Continue reading

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Midnight

The solitary of this dark world cannot amend the numbers of time. It doesn’t take one to mingle with another and change immediately. There is a process of activities that man can not fully comprehend. What happens in our midnight … Continue reading

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