Category: Poem
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I rather ought
Dust bunnies have tyrants electricity force their path I look out my window the lamp casts its bleeding light unto the balcony I see the stains on the window pane I feel an urge to do something clean what not. Demons about here and there ecstatic it is indeed
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∞
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del agua al agua
Water left its mark My veins reached to the edges As I sprouted As I bloomed into a full green leaf I felt the cold wind of the early spring caress me The dust of still sunny days pile up on me, then rain showered me shook off pesky dinner guests Cleansed me tills I…
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Smålands Anneberg
Como no pensar en tí, jode, tu universo Le absorbí. Le vi Consumí. Eras un inmenso nunca deparé poder consumirte entera Y el vacio en mi estómago No hay lleno ya nunca No estás pero siempre tendremos los 80s y Palo Alto yo nunca podré perdonarme haberte traicionado maltratarte, ignorarte moriré en ese desierto en…
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entrañas
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the flutter o el arrebato
I saw a fly tremble on the floor, gasping , I saw its last struggle on a shiny day on a marble floor bathed by sunlight I stopped like smelling flowers a willing witness to El arrebato a second of my life a lifetime gone there were we together reminds me of the last leaf…
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GT Asp
Confounded am I Sprays and allergies marked this of the year yet I find myself alone wondering ’bout them years before April is the cruelest month Elliot sayeth I mistrust This lovely February weather 2019 the sun shines the birds chirp I find but confusion as the sun starts the thaw so early these seasons…
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Frost descent 霜降
今天 · 霜降 Frost scrapers noise invaded my realm as I tried to decipher what the early morning drew before my somnolent ears. Later That afternoon:The air was icy freshThe water cold as iceThe silentwind bore small Shiny white flakes borne out of the cold snap, nippy goosebumpsHalffrozenwaterdropsheightened the lush green which days before…
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a burnt fingerprint
They say the rings in a tree tell a story I wonder what my wrinkles say I look at my fingers rings and dry cracks in my skin appear through a certain light I shy from speculation since everything changes what matters if I interpret them isn’t what I think apt for interpretation? yet I…
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multikulti en camposanto
De muslimska afrikaner från Afrikas horn fick jag syn på medans jag jagade platser att plåta bland de döda. Jag överraskades av deras närvaro, en oväntat uppenbarelse av the 3rd kind typ. De satt på en bänk på kyrkogårdens baksida, drack öl och rök. De levde och skrattade bland de döda protestantiska kristna från förr…
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