Monthly Archives: June 2018

King

I cross a fragile bridge, almost fell in the creek. The woods smile and sway. They talk like innocence. Saturday is raining. I step on muddy grounds. My feet become dirty. The road does not complain. There are unkind words. … Continue reading

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Monster

Should you stare, should you prove me wrong or bear me a misrepresentation? I must be aware that thoughts come in a number of countless arguments, of perspectives that do not abide with the truth and honesty of a circumstance, … Continue reading

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Sharp

There are paintings in the irises of your eyes. Their colors resemble the yellow of a corn, the crystals of rain, the scarlet of human blood, the hazy hours of morning, the blue of the Pacific, the purple of winter, … Continue reading

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But Clear In The Inside

A piece of this, a piece of that. A piece of somewhere, of someone, of something that is vague but clear in the inside.   2018  

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Down, In The Hiding

Down, in the hiding. Self is not going somewhere. Silence can change everything. But missing someone, but missing something, but missing what is uncertain. Down, in the hiding. World is inside, locked and misunderstood. But turning to nonchalance, but turning … Continue reading

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saturday & angst

surface of sands, white sands and above my head are clouds, white clouds like big cotton candies on a blue, wide canvass. while my eyes travel the far distance of the endless horizon, my mind cannot stop pretending, thinking the … Continue reading

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dry ground of summer june

               the vast of fields, echoes over the wide                open space, dry ground of summer                june, and your absence is … Continue reading

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Some Ghosts

Some ghosts are re-appearing, haunting me in my dreams, recalling them in my waking hours, reminding me of a dark past, punishing me, ruining a quiet time. But I am trying to bury the hatchet that has not been yet … Continue reading

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