Tag: Prena Poetry
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golden
“i still remember the quietness in between our conversations, the long lonely eyes of yours and daisies on your dress. the scars under your sleeves; traumas of a burnt child that now masters the fire. i still remember how much of a magic you were, until the day you quietly ran away—tired of dancing over…
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Dying and not Dead
It is like I’m dying, I can’t feel the cloudy rhythm Of my frail heart beat or hear The voices calling my name in despair, This is just an empty soul, nothing more All of my dreams has been shattered So has my hope been drained, And confidence been shattered, The life that resides in…
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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…
Prena Poetry 