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Insomnia

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Poppy Petals Beacons Night   I cannot sleep I cannot dream I close my eyes My mind goes blind Just for a second In an infinite loop Of dreamless drain To start again   Flower Petals Beacons Night   I was a witch in previous lives And this is why I cannot sleep I am forever burning In insomniac heaven   I need more petals Cradling me into Languid death To start again An infinite […]

I Saw a Ghost

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From poppies Opium is born Not dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds.   Subjective beauty And a creative tinge. She bites her lips, A full-blown plastic Moon Floating in an ocean Of red feathers.   Opium is born Not dust, Emerging from Crushed dark seeds. They decorate The crumbs That feed the birds.  You take a bite, Like them you fly And you stop crying.   If you were crying.   You bite her lips […]

Caress

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Vanishing, The oneiric lightness. Feel through the glass And there is silence. Sing in my ear, And close your eyes. Dream-like And painfully Palatable. The oneiric lightness. Smell my thoughts, And touch my words, Feel through the glass And there is silence. Dream-like And painfully Palatable. The oneiric lightness. I just want To keep caressing The music In your eyes. Feel through the glass. Caress. Pierce. Silence.

Fears

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He stands awake. A foxlike figure ventures into the woods. Voluptuous fears. His only chance To speak half-truths. He steps away, The river dries out. He does not know How to swim. He falls asleep, dreaming of broken windows, blue-tinted grass And old-fashioned toys. A tiny merry-go-round running out of battery. Voluptuous fears. His only chance To speak half-truths.

Black Magic

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Stepping aside, And mending steps, And working two jobs, And renewing her magic.   Like the black magic That comes and goes. Like the black magic That comes and goes.    Silent wishes, Dreading fun, Founding fathers Of fear and dust.   Feeling lonely,  Stomping feet, Crafting stitches, and black crows. Like black magic That comes and goes.    Dream and hide Her feet deep In the sand.  Her troubles diluted With sips of bitter […]

Bells

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Stepping stone, Wonderful ears They hear the music While I swing along. Back and forth, Like a little child That sleeps And does not want To get woken. Like a song That does not end In innuendo. Wonderful years They go away Like a sad song, Like the slipping rain. Stupid fears, Those hectic lives, The bells go wild.

Silent Song

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Singing silently Solving riddles Welcoming the intense pleasure Of dipping my toes in the sea. The water is warm And all I want Is to spend my future Trying to decipher Where to swim. I am helpless, Like a river That heads Towards the unknown. Only to die In the liquid immensity. Singing silently Solving riddles Welcoming the intense pleasure Of dipping my toes in the sea.

Days Rained

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Toss a coin. What will be, will be. Forever unknown. If I ever wanted to go and flyI'd give it a chanceTo my dying habitsOf swelling wet rainSpeaking half-truthsAnd venturing into the abyss. All I wantIs to give away the fearsPrecious as they are,And to welcomeThe uncertainty of days gone,Days rainedAnd far apart,Like a tiny figmentOf my imagination.The one that dries outEvery time I thinkAbout saluting the new world.

Birdsong

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Fiction

He entered the pale wooden café on the far corner of the shopping mall. It was a pale day in November, and all he wanted was to clear away his most immediate troubles – losing that extra weight before his upcoming race. Slowly but surely, he approached the waitress, who was chewing gum and inspecting her gel nails before his very eyes. He proceeded to order his staple meal of red quinoa salad, sauce always […]

Tightrope

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I wish I'd told you earlierHow much I likeWalking over thin ice. I feel the thrill to open up pandora’s box, the one holding the key to your desires.  I just want to carry on walking,Feeling the sun on my back,Stepping over the edge. Just.  I wish I’d put on better shoes,Since the edge is long and slipperyAnd I keep looking down the abyss.  And while I stay still,A fly sits on the tightrope.Suddenly I start sneezingAnd lose my balance. I […]