all of these go under poetic…. (still thinking of a title for this one…) nothing to do nothing to say i cry myself to sleep and every night and cry waking up every morning thinking of you…. feeling all alone and empty inside even hanging with my closest friends or pouring my heart out doesn’t… Continue reading Poetic
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Freedom?
WHER RAPE IS CALLED “FREELANCE GYNECOLOGY”+ PORTRAIS OF HEATHENS HANG, WHILE HEROES DIE ON OUR TV SCREENS + NOT A SOUL IN SIGHT + JUST A CORANER WHO CAN’T SLEEP BECAUSE OF WHAT HE SEES WHEN HE DREAMS AT NIGHT + THE CORPSES STARE AT HIM WITH OPEN ARMS AND WIDE OPEN EYES + THIS… Continue reading Freedom?
The red rose
It was the night of our meeting She was more beautiful then the biggest ocean or the first frost on a vintners morning Just by looking in her eyes you could see her long and sad story You could hear the age in heir voice, but her body and face remained young.
To Reach for the Stars
The room was still in the night, shrouded in darkness- only a semblance of its day time brightness. She walked slowly through the room, shadows visible trough the corners of her eyes, cloaking everything in a veil of darknes.
It’s only Garbage
Gar-bage (Gar’bij) A Perfect Example Of Uninteresting Poetry