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Insomnia

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Poetry

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 […]

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.

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 […]

Storymaster Leaves

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Hop on, story master, The one that would not let Her intuition run away Through the back door. Unrelenting stride Heading towards The crying tree The willow That my dad pruned. It had to die And with one last cry It got swallowed up by the earth. Rest in peace majestic willow The one beautiful backdrop Of my endless summer holidays. When I was a child And then you die With your unrelenting stride. Story […]

Acerbic Love

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Apocalyptic fears That come and go, Marvelous weather That gives me solace. I feel slightly thirsty. The housecleaner is gone And the floors are wet, Ready for my indoor skating. Freckled skin, The dog approaches And wets my knee With his muzzle. Acerbic love. I take a sip of wine, I call a truce, She leaves an open door. The wooden panel creaks, I get flustered And my cheeks redden When I imagine myself Writing […]

Lime

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Venomous snake That bites my ankle. Slimy mark Imprinted on my skin. I did not even notice I was trespassing Your green garden. The one that I used to step upon With naked feet. I distance myself, Dancing, Dangling my legs Under my polka-dotted skirt. All I needed Was to doodle Small figurines On your blank notebook. Doodle away, And take a sip of coffee. Famine abounds And you need To stop wasting away. Willingness […]

Blinking

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Sailing solo,Sand and songs,One wet page,All sweet and dour.I feel the soothing caressOf the steaming bath.I smear the mirrorWith wet tenderness.Cold water,Lashes at my back.I lash out,As if your long handsWere graspingGolden ringsThat my fingers Will never wear. Sad song, Blinking boat Sailing solo.