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The Cursed Family Wasting my faithless worthless breath. Awaiting my peaceful releasing death. Days and nights pass by my young developing body.
By Dujana Chakir3 years ago in Poets
Hope It hovers in dark corners before the lights are turned on, it shakes sleep from its eyes and drops from mushroom gills,
After We Saw What There Was to See After we saw what there was to see we went off to buy souvenirs, and my father waited by the car and smoked. He didn’t need
What she wanted That which causes Gazzelles to increase In the midst of predators Makes a hunter penetrate thick forests
PAPER LOVE I want more than you are willing to give. A thirsty child at the mouth of a deserted tap, I kiss and try to suck out love that doesn’t flow
At Quarter to Five I was feeling lonely so I went outside to the wind swept yard and beyond that to the wind-tousled outer
I love you I am afraid to love, and yet i love you
The Ballad of the Absent Mare Say a prayer for the cowboy His mare’s run away And he’ll walk til he finds her His darling, his stray
Dark knight A knight who was alone, Done was so many fights, Being alone made him a Frightening monster. Things changed and sun shone,
Walking to Oak-Head Pond and Thinking of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks What is so utterly invisible
Love Letter Not easy to state the change you made. If I’m alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Walking among deads I'm walking among deads, Filled by others' heads! Watching them makes Me excited, I am dead tired!