Tag: prenapoetry
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Fighting the Fire
mother loves the color yellow; the warmness and flames reflecting on her lenses. her yellow silk scarf over her shoulders is ragged now—smeared with cinders as she works up to continue burning the fire in the kitchen. she never gets tired of it even as she offers everything in the house to keep the fire…
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Meaning of Life???
i almost thought i was dead tired with life, bored of the sunsets from my window and unafraid of the thunder. i almost thought of writing it down on paper and sending out a last mail to my family. almost told my lover i wished to sink where the stars no longer reflects. but somedays,…
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You looked so beautiful and how dearly I wished you were dead.
you asked me if i also wrote poetries, if i were also one of those lonely people in the world who persistently ached for the universe and subtlety fell in love with the strangers they walked across and never found them again. you stood in front of me with your eyes so full of life…
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ivory papers
i wrote you letters incase you ever wondered. folded them so neatly inside an ivory envelopeand pressed it to my chest. i was eleven then. i wrote you letters on that slow summer in 2007when you moved away with your mother.i was fourteen with a box full of letters i never sent. then the next…
Prena Poetry 