Category: poetry
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aching persona
i remember lying on the cold floor for hours, it was ages ago but i remember how inscrutable and haunting it felt. i remember the first time i felt that wave of melancholia, we were back in my mother’s hometownone afternoon, i was staring at the empty green mountains, and all at once my eyes…
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empty bottles, my apostle.
there is an empty glass bottleon my table andi often stare at it.then, sometimes i wishi could fit inside it.i wish I could shrink on somedaysand become so, so tiny pieceof this rational universe,which possess an inherent order,its own identifyand consciousness. the vastness of my thoughtsoften lingers around the most intangible corners of this heart;i…
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who we are
i walk out of a bar, half drunk and half dissolved in thoughts of you. it feels funny that i still remember your house address from the old library form. i know your dad built that house and your sister was born in one of those room, your whole life revolved around your parents suffering…
Prena Poetry 