Author: Prena subba
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Lie and the Liar
Something inside keeps whispering to my brain that I am going to mess it up, again and again and again. It is like there is someone another living inside this body, like a parasite, and that good for nothing parasite only keeps feeding on any good feeling I acquire. And it keeps lying, just like…
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To be a Poet
i am just another earthly impression. withered, like the beheaded roses on graves. tangled, in this web. sometimes, i can see the mountains walk, sometimes i can carry the desert in my brain and count it grain by grain. i am suffering, somehow. i am pushing a boulder up the hill. i am the sisyphus…
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The Girl You Knew, The Girl You Knew
the girl you knew wore puffed sleeves and she never liked coffee or summers or someone calling her pretty. yet she looked in the mirror and took up narcissism as a coping mechanism. she had no moral compass pointing the polar coordinates. she would stomp over million dollar canvases and go to park as she…
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LA
i won’t be the one to tell you that you have also been in love with the idea of LA burning down to our feet. now you won’t find me in the rear view mirror of the cab you take i am no longer on that bus stand waiting like a lady who lost her…
Prena Poetry 