Tag: Poetry

Grip

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It’s the gut wrenching feeling that gloomingly sits inside the top part of the heart that croaks:

“But I’ve what it takes. No one understands yet. You wait and see”

It’s a miasma that pulls your thigh, your lower back, your neck, into a tiny rectangular box:

“This is my magical being. It shall do all the things that no one will know about”

It’s the jaw muscles clenched together, wouldn’t let go of the teeth in between its bones:

“I won’t end like this. I will get somewhere. Surely there’s a better place”

Ah, but may I ask: what’s the point of it all? What’s the point of the glory and the warm and the victory?

For there shall be a downfall that lurks behind your back, a bubbly days after the dark night.

But keep on at it. Keep on.

5.3.2020

Ocean Crystal

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Deep, deep into the ocean, as you swim, digging yourself further,

You may hold your breath, pushing yourself, counting each new seconds

But perhaps, it might you’d need to set a measuring stick, an invisible one made of crystal

That never changes no matter how strong the wave hits, no matter what animal swims by

So that your lungs will continue to grow before you even know about it.

Perhaps that’s where all the jewelries lie.

5.1.2020

Lotus

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my head is dizzy, busy spinning and sprinting away from nauseating words, those sand dusts, buzzing with unctuous stickiness, dazzle my vision into twirls.

perhaps here is where we let things drop. Flopping the wet wings, rather, shedding them feathers away in swings, either, glide through the falling air hither, or cling onto tenuous roots of a heather.

 

3.27.2020

Runner

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Keep on running,

do not look back. It is the life that we have been born to live,

do not turn, just run.

it will swallow the whole thing and then everything will be over in a second

run

 

run

just keep on running

when the sunrise,

we can catch a breath

life resumes at the sunrise

we will live on

so now,

just run

run.

3.2.2020

Gutter

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A Tunisian road laid plain dustily
Under the vast pale milk blue sky
Shrubs of olive grove and orange trees
Shaking their branches lightly

In shadows next to the road,
The gutter laid quietly
Half-tarred cigarette butts
Frogs groaned lazily in the mud

A boy walking past by it
Picked up a white crayon
Whistling a sharp white tune
The boy scratched it against a wall.

‘Hello.’

12.8.2019

Bang bang

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Run, run!

It’s eroding away, lurking on highway,

Don’t turn, don’t think, look ahead

Ready for jump, jump, jump!

Bang!

You’re dead, you’re dead!

Run as fast as you can, rattle your lung to breath! Forget the ‘please’ Forget the ‘can I’!

The End is as thin as this air!

Bang!

Ah, the chaos! Ah, the tragedy! Ah, the euphoria!

Ao! Ao! Ao!

What fame, what name, what a game!

Bang!

10.15.2019

Flash fiction

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It’s sharper than you think.

It’s faster than you think.

It’s larger than you think.

When you opened your eyelids,

It’s already too late.

You won’t remember,

You won’t realize.

It’s a blind dance.

It’s a journey of a light.

It’s a sad story.

Time. Perhaps it is time that matters.

Caring. Perhaps it is the care that matters.

Pain. Perhaps it is the pain that matters.

Whatever was, was.

Whatever will be, will be.

Whatever is, is.

Open your eyes.

Love the world yourself.

10.14.2019