Tag: Poetry
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Invisibility
I saw her froze, wide-eyedstaring at something obliviousto me, impossible for the nakedto comprehend her sight. I felt it, grazing my face, a cold breezejust when I turned around.
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Questioning
why do they manipulate the history?why do they replace insanity with humanity?why do they blindfold us with their-made realities?don’t we know about the cruelty, the warthe destruction of peace, the crushing souls. why do they have to paint our brains with false colours?
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Taking away
life is a crazy mess, you don’t knowwhen the mess will be clearedwhen the mess will get adjustedwhen the mess will not be a messwhen you know it takes away a lot sometimes it takes away joyssometimes sadness, sometimes itself.
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Revolting for love, obsessively
an unconditional love shared with a daughter a conditional love shared with the other halfa sinful love shared with a stranger in the house the obsession of being the priority the jealousy you feel, seeing them laughcare, and love them more than you.you feel like the other is taking your person, away from you. so…
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Shining bright
from the black ink on the paper to the black she wore confidently still, she was insecure of the judgements she will face, the eyes that will touch her someone gave her a red rose that daydraped in dark, she was still shining bright.
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Evolving
the quite little girl was always introvertedif you could have met her in the pastyou would have found her in a dark room, alonein the school, detached from everyone, living in her own made up world, in her headat the rooftop stargazing, sitting on the bare floorsometimes crying in her miseries or talking to oneself.…
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Ending
I guess it’s over now,the fog, the blood, the dark matter. hundred days of running away,hundred days of escaping from the known,it’s all coming to an end, to conclude my fate.
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Kissing in heaven
to trust, to surrender in loveto find you, a direction to hometo go places, to live close abroadfly and drown ourselves in potions living, dying and kissing in heaven.
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Leaving with memories
it is so amusing to hear people sayyou won’t understand the feeling of parting from someone you love until, the time laughs at you, striking the clockwith all the memories of that one personhow beautiful life was with them how miserable life will be without themonce they leave you, starting their own new trip.
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Soaking tears
she used to stand in front of him,not even daring to look up to his face a single body movement felt like torturetears soaking down her face, I think of it nowhow painful it would have been for a girl simply waiting for her father to accept herto hug her and tell her it’s okay,…
Kerma 