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Loud Rain

The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
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'Vultures' and other poems

 VULTURES

I want to do things.

But vultures of love stand in the way.

They come like puppies,

Helpless.

But don’t help them.

They are waves

That will become tsunamis.

They are winds

That become storms.

Don’t help them.

They don’t know

How to find the way alone.

I want to do things,

But the vultures stalk me,

Waiting for me to rest

To grab me in their claws.

But I keep running through the desert,

Without water,

Surrounded by cactuses I can cut open

If I have the time.

But I can’t stop.

The vultures are after me.

And I should keep running.



THE NIGHT WAITS

The smoke rises

And a skeleton looks back at me in the mirror.

The smoke rises,

Windows fling open

And spider webs break.

The smoke rises

And blinds,

And also reveals.

The smoke rises

Like a raven searching for a grave to yell at.

The night waits,

The clouds wait to engulf the moon.

The night waits

For another curious soul to walk into it

And get lost

Amid the contorted trees

And bodies without souls

Hanging off of its branches.

The night waits

For all of us.

And yet

Only some of us go into it.

We are both brave

And stupid.



NAKED SKELETON

The skeletons are more naked than us,

And yet they don’t feel the urge to hide it.

The skeletons are more naked than us 

And they ask for nothing.

Yet they get wrapped

By the spider

With its web.

It covers everywhere necessary

And not necessary.

But does the skeleton have such parts.

Maybe it doesn’t.

I have become that skeleton,

And maybe I should walk out of the lab that keeps me

Even though I am naked.

Maybe I shouldn’t let the spider

Cover me up fully.

I know it is kind;

Kinder than all of humanity combined

Who don’t give a fuck about me,

Even if they can give so much more.








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