Monthly Archives: August 2015

the only arms

these knives slay the minds of quiet guilt but here i am the only arms that hold you dearly until all we have is just us 2015

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Fire & Ice

On us are feelings of mixed emotions like fire and ice in autumn season. We articulate from our mouth these consequences. Like freedom we unchained our only connection. 2015

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Overtone

Plunged into the whirling waters and the sounds are higher and higher and higher until I drained to nothing and my memories are washed and trashed in the space of the mundane underground. 2015

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Flat Along The Surface Of A Line

I am flat along the surface of a line stretching the red horizon. I do not mind the motion of my earth and I forget to breathe the polluted air. Mind is somewhere and lack of focus to your presence … Continue reading

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SuperHero

I clear my head from thousand pieces of myriad fears. I cross a bridge suspended above my head. I trap the dirty wagons of hollow thieves. I follow the old caravans, very slow. I shake the dust of my feet … Continue reading

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The Answer

Love is a shield, an armor to the wars that hate has perceived. Sometimes we overlook feelings that tame the wild; we can be wrong. The wreck of a human heart is hard to heal but we try to nurse … Continue reading

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Inside The Inside

Drifting there. Living here. The sun can’t see me. The wind can’t sweep me. Inside this abode. Inside this thought. Where I stay. Where I think. The door is locked. The windows are closed. The floor is dry. The ceiling … Continue reading

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BANG!

My feet are not on the ground, I’m floating. Gravity is absent. I’m lost in this big hole. I gaze around and the beauty is a sudden gush. Lights in solid, thousand colors are sophistication. This reality is like a … Continue reading

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The Rising

I participate silently. No one notices. Today. I develop a character. My story is not interesting. This action is swift. My skills can be faster. And I continue to survive. The war is in my mind. My enemy is this … Continue reading

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Blur

Tousled strands of my private theories are scattered where I confined memories of the good past, of the bad ghosts. I separate myself from uncertainties, disconnected to foreign habits. Weak souls cannot carry heavy loads, meek souls can anchor in … Continue reading

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