Tag: poetry
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my broken fairytale
come with me,i will take thee to my grandiose citadel where i scribbled a fairytale on the walls step thy fair feet into my ballroomcast thy marble eyes on the chandelier as each glass tinkles it creates a rhapsody so will i dance in my prettiest silver gown hear the marble floor breath silently whisper…
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Is this all the women I can be?
i am dead tired to my bones writing about women withered by life—who had her face in the cup of her beautiful bruised plams and cried for the yearnings she had to toss in the river. i am dead tired to my bones reading every poetic masterpiece about heart broken women.who can now only live…
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IDENTITY CRISIS
there is dirty dishes in the sink from breakfast i half ate and stocked it in the refrigerator. i feel sick to my stomach, the medicine box on the cabinet now feels like a friend but now i am almost tiredof this nauseous nostalgiacirculating all the way to my gut. there’s a fine red Buddhist…
Prena Poetry 