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July 20, 2015. I’ve met some people in the wilderness. With sapphire eyes wide shut. And their mouth never blinks. Against this sweet, longing terror. Their teeth shimmer with gold. When they bite, the stars collide. In the glistening universe. The universe that has no beginning. The sky that keeps on expanding. As my naked mind belittles. These beings, like pepper ghosts. Make me doubt my extinction. I suck my own lips and taste. I am too, a motionless ghost. Risen young and free out of stardust.
ode to hundred islands | poetryofmarkalvinjabrica
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June 2, 2015. Ode to hundred islands. I close my eyes for two seconds,. I hear waves…. Then i see oceans of desire. These oceans evaporate and bleed. Cruelly into magnetic space. I see my friends crumble into islets. Snorkeling over corals to gaseous memories. From ashes to snappiness. The wind, a satire, longing in anger. Begging my soulless body to come home. Classic films. poetry. visual arts. sports. View all posts by markjabr. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0.
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February 14, 2015. Ten glasses in nostalgic stampede. Hungry for their soon exile in the isle of fire. His tongue greases each lid like lips. With million morning tantrums. A modern exodus of awakening. Of talking, cursing the ones who raped babies. Nine glasses. another victim. Her clitoris was summer bronze,. Was clean shaven with champagne. That smells like an old priest’s breath. Her spirit drowns under the sky of peplum lights. It felt lush, wild, unpredictable. Eight… seven… six…. You are commentin...
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Classic films. poetry. visual arts. sports. June 29, 2016. Bonifacio and serafin went to arranque. 8220;i feel liberated, serafin. Scarring my sheets of skin. A blank canvas,” whispers bonifacio. Serafin nods, “do slums and slumber. Must i escape asleep. Enamels on cow’s flesh”. Today’s a plenty harvest. Of joyous beggars and candle vendors,. Madonnas selling cactuses coated. 8220;do tempers and tempera sounds. 8221; asks serafin. 8220;your questions mourn like. We are street musicians, serafin. Soaked a...
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March 17, 2015. People come and go in your life. In a matter of seconds. Amidst hours, years of togetherness. But, memories linger. Classic films. poetry. visual arts. sports. View all posts by markjabr. This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 17th, 2015 at 4:03 pm and posted in crux simplex. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Ode to hundred islands ». Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Living Poems
Poems are indeed living things. On this blog, I will share poems that I have written as well as poems I love that were written by others. Why? I know that knowing is a poem. Comes to me whole. I know that fortune sets its own pace. Comes to us in pieces to assemble. I know that life is a creation. Comes to us new each day. I know that gifts are to be embraced. Comes easily if only we are open. I know that knowing is a poem. Comes wrapped up sweetly in the gift of life. View my complete profile. And if yo...
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September 2, 2015. August 14, 2015. August 14, 2015. The Torment Of My Memory. It’s been a long time since I saw you. Smelt you, tasted you on my lips or even looked into your eyes. Those eyes that speak to me in a way that words cannot describe. I have clearly memorised you in my mind, imprinted in my consciousness. August 12, 2015. 8220;And my world will stop spinning”…. Eye Will Not Cry. Walking from the wreckage. Of the failed fantasy. Doomed from the start. But her eyes refused see. July 24, 2015.
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Evermore A Heart Spiller. January 12, 2017. Lately, it seems to me, I have suffered from an extreme case of writer’s block or perhaps just extreme dissatisfaction in anything I write anymore. Many moments I just want to slash this fucking heart of mine, drain her of anything remotely close to love and scream to the gods “fuck you! 8221; And my muses still gouge chunks of my heart…how is there anything left of (her) me? Love’s winter…. January 12, 2017. It is ever graceful. Extension of my heart. And how ...
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January 24, 2018. How do we heal. From being dense and loud. We need a quieter world. We earn respect, we forge truth. Then refute cuts,. Posted in crux immissa. January 24, 2018. Be merciful’ her last words. She’s naked with that smile. She looks fresh in translucence. She’s dancing and running wild. Posted in crux immissa. January 24, 2018. Risking friends and life and limb to. Graze on these seaweed. Pastures a place to sow,. A place to feed, a place to go. Home was a farm. A life without water. To re...
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December 2, 2014. I want to see her eyes. Crane up and lock with mine. If I said I was ready,. I’d be a liar because. Is what I’m begging for. Her’s are perfection,. And I cannot ignore. Severed (Work in progress). November 30, 2014. Puzzle pieces littered the floor. My gaze darting to and fro. I see my inner child escaping. I feel my heart leaping and leaving. My imagination is trying to revive me,. But my rational has already severed. The veins that facilitated my creativity. Tagged child like wonder.
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Poetry Of Motion
Orang kata, bila kita bercerita, menulis, melukis atau hasilkan karya or benda2 yang seakan dengannya, ia boleh bantu kita lupakan masalah, buang bebanan, hilangkan sakit, rasa selesa, semuanya berkemungkinan dalam sekelip mata. Tapi aku tak pasti ianya boleh bantu baiki sesuatu yang dah rosak. Barang rosak. Kereta rosak. Hubungan yang rosak. Jiwa rosak. Hati yang rosak. The broken clock is a comfort. It helps me sleep tonight. Maybe it can stop tomorrow. From stealing all my time. I am damaged at best.
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The Poetry of Motion. Yulio and Rachel – Spring in DC. Yulio Jeisson Gamonal Gutierrez. Economist – Dance performer, and Choreographer assistant she is a native of Maryland-USA. Active performer with DMV Sensation student group and member of Island Touch Team Lady Styling. Our mission is to build a great group of people who love dancing and would like to share their passion with the world by promoting dancing as an awesome entertainment, physical activity, and healthy life style. Maracuyá = Passion Fruit.
