Poetry

woman windows

The Poem

Of theirs are sad faces rolling out bright suns, From windows leaning on winter mornings. Their calls like empty voices, Pending on their meaningless lips. As I travel, they ship their bodies, To places abandoned of breathing hearts. For lifeless…
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I Shall Go!

This place, I shall keep it warm, And I shall not go, till it gets dark. First day, Summers those were, Stinking…
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Of Places

Long where I trodded, Place like that puts me on shine tonight. I see whilst my lifelong wonders, And I witness it…
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Beyond

Be it the first word that comes to my mind, Be it the idea that invokes me up from dead. But I’m…
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Disguise

Would ya tell me ya name, Ya master of disguise! Coz I hate ya more if ya won’t, In the hell’s name…
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Mind

Hell, we are fooled, Yet again, By our ticky old foe. He’s writing this text, With his touch on the screen. He’s…
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Still Sleeping

Where is the air to rest our nose on, Is it there where I’ll go easy on the dink of life?   An internal look is essential to fill this blank paper, Or else with these breaths I’ve, I’ll be…
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Together

Taking a nap I’ll move, If I’m little more inspired to. Wincing on the words I prayed with, I’ll pull my sleeve…
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Walk of Life

A little about the walk of life will be told, The scent of which is inherent in all, Wherever will be the…
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