Tag: prenapoetry
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something nihilism or whatever
love, we have nothing to talk about here,the future is fucked.and what our grand ancestors once thought we would be now lies in the gutter;rotting with our own indecisiveness. it toils with carols in the hands of those homeless, heartless colonies. hiding in the cracks of the wallsleft by some abusive father.it lingers, in some…
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Ghost of You
I wanted you to feel the happiness I felt; the life I felt when I sat on the sand and drew your name as each time the wave resurrected to its core. I did so many things, met so many people and had so many photographs taken in places I went and breathed with my…
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Moments to Memories
Somethings are not meant for you. Somewhere in the middle, things change and nothing can mend it anymore. No matter how hard you try to stay in between and hold the two ends of the parting continents, in the end, after the heart break hits you like the earthquake, things eventually fall apart to their…
Prena Poetry 