Who is the butterfly, who the flower?
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Tag: poetry
Neat
This poem reflects on the life of a writer.
Self Portrait Through Convex Lenses
I relax, limbs spread across the bed.
Under a comforter I roast on a spit
My little piece of hell
A poem about feeling trapped in a life that I am well aware I should be out of for many reasons.
No Reason
And that was it, there was nothing left to say;
In a world that hits hard, a soft touch fails to hold meaning;
I get up at dawn
This poem is inspired by early Chinese poetry, and it is an entirely original composition.
So Very Much is Left…
So very much is left unseen
Between the printed out pictures and
Remember
My poetry refers to the past and the present almost simultaneously.
Not a Rose
This piece touches on self-worth…more like, pushes away and embraces the duality of the idea.
See you around
A work of horror, of guilt and of droll humour.