Nothingness

rusty spoons,

broken chandeliers,

wasted berries,

empty glasses

dead wine

 

a love that fades,

faster,

than I could drink

cold,

but longing

 

the pleasure of nothingness

the touch of nothingness

the sound of nothingness

the taste of nothingness

 

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Little Amy

“Hallo! ”
“Hallo!”
He won’t speak
Ends the line on the other side

I find these conversations in my head
Little Amy won’t sleep
Echoes of her cry
Her fever burns so high

Why am I even thinking about him? 
His tail between his legs
He cowardly turned his back
To blood of his own

Little Amy is his eyes, 
Her smile charms my heart 
That even within his lies
One truth there is, 
This daughter that I love

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I won’t be free

Guess I’ve been staring so long,
into that glass
My mind is lost, 
from blurs of a wasted night

The curves were smooth
and the sweat was alive
Conjuring in the dark
A sweet sound of a temptress

The mind baffles the heart
Or the heart deceits the mind
The heart aches and desires
The mind screams and hooks

A shaved skin,
rubbed in oil
A fusion of mint and roses
Feeling my lungs with her breath

Guess I won’t be free, 
from the charms of her wet lips,
and the sharp gaze of her naughty eye,
looking back, from my glass within

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pendulum

Sweat and skin
Brushes of hair between
I feel his breath on my neck

The desires of a pounding heart
A race to a finish line
Only to start from where it ends

Just a pendulum
Either a top left or right
And again, back to the middle

Like a bird in the sky
Caught in a current
That forever is yearned

Stretching her wings
Before the break of the winds
That she must find ground again

From the same tree she flew,
An old branch of an oak,
Where her nest will ruin

At the changing seasons
Her spirit like a flame,
Losing the color of its light

As she flies again and again
Trying again and again
Until the sun falls and rises never again

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