Category: poetry
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something nihilism or whatever
love, we have nothing to talk about here,the future is fucked.and what our grand ancestors once thought we would be now lies in the gutter;rotting with our own indecisiveness. it toils with carols in the hands of those homeless, heartless colonies. hiding in the cracks of the wallsleft by some abusive father.it lingers, in some…
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love and death
i dug my own grave, six feet into the earth.my wedding dress stained with mud,i own no ring to a man. i own no home to a childhood dying inside of me.i am nothing as i let my flesh rot to the bones.the flowers you left behind barely resembles anything to the beauty i could…
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jaded eyes
every drop of tear,every ounce of ocean i spilled from my tarry eyes;it dispersed into a rainbow. a thousand shades of a tapestry reflecting my tragedy in vain.a marvelous hue to the sinless eyes that imparts a divine ecstacy.my smell embedded in the atmosphere but how was i not aware you were only an alluvium…
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the idea of loving you in ‘almosts’
i bought that empty bookyou once picked up in a storeand said it looked pretty.i almost never write anything in itmaybe it’s too beautifulthat i might ruin itor maybe becausei am just too shallowto ever fully fabricatea way out of the labyrinth within me.now there’s blood in my mouthbecause i have been bitingthe inner of…
Prena Poetry 