Tag: Prena Poetry
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Loving My Earth
I fall in love with all those dimensionless things that exists amid the void inside of me. I fall in love with those people who are no longer here and memories that are long forgotten. I have found lost laughters, worn out remains of sweetest smiles, and forgotten letters of those strangers, now living somewhere…
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the walls of my room
the walls of my room don’t talkif they do, promise me you won’t break them. the walls in my room don’t talkif they ever do, they will tell you my story my stories of 3amwhen i told them my secrets. my stories of 11pmwhen i mourned myself to sleep. my stories of 7amwhen i woke…
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My first love was ‘loneliness’
when people ask me who was my first love, i reply ‘loneliness’ and then there a miserable silence in both of our lips. they usually leave in an awe—quite unaware how someone can actually love something as horrible as loneliness. some think it’s a lie because i regret my first love. i just like to…
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we could be in love, we could be rebels.
i am at a concert leaning my head on your shoulder right in the middle of the crowd intoning “I’m going back to 505”we are almost lost in this euphoric madness, we have a flight to catch, bills to pay, and little computer desks awaiting us. my hunger fades as i put my arms around…
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