Tag: prenapoetry
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Horror in my Heart
there is always a preceding horror about writing down stories; the art that haunts the depths, direfully claws the insides of my chest; it’s like a hundred fists clasping within, all unable to describe this colossal conundrum of a human mind. love, you see, i don’t exactly remember when it was that a little girl…
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to be here & to be with you
I wonder if I could ever be Neruda, Rumi or Green. If I could ever have their knowledge to hold a pen and name the wildest world I create. I wonder if I can ever be enough and not enigmatic. Despite having so much of you in my heart, I still can’t fabricate about how…
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empty bottles, my apostle.
there is an empty glass bottleon my table andi often stare at it.then, sometimes i wishi could fit inside it.i wish I could shrink on somedaysand become so, so tiny pieceof this rational universe,which possess an inherent order,its own identifyand consciousness. the vastness of my thoughtsoften lingers around the most intangible corners of this heart;i…
Prena Poetry 