Tag: art
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Search for Passion
i must have spent an eternity searching for a passion. something — not to keep me alivebut make me feel alive as though i can go through a day without having to think about my death who will bury the remains of my work? who will tell my family that my passion for life was…
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Art of Self Loathing
i reek of self hatred shower after shower. month old laundries and mocking cob webs. gutting nausea with my head inside the television set half a can of beer rotting away in the fridge for i bought a new one it still tastes the same but it makes me feel like i am less sick…
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Life as An Art
but living was really an art, wasn’t it?if i had only told you earlieri too have a semicolon inkedon my golden wrist mother doesn’t know what it meansi just tell her i am a survivorand will always make a warriorout of the woman in my chest there is no shame to be feltfor the sufferings…
Prena Poetry 