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2016-01-20 10:45 pm
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Blurted Lines II

A\N Another 2 short poems, spurned from words I liked how they sounded, didn't quite know their meaning, tried to explain it using poetry.


beyond garments,
shapes, and
narrow cobblestone streets,
curly filaments of histories
lie about
in bright blue tears.


let's dance in colours
and geometric forms.
let's blow the picturesque,
flesh out the intangible.
let it in.
swallow the sunset
in deep orange-yellow
gulps, before the moon
sets the world ablaze in
pearly-white coldness.
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2016-01-20 11:18 pm


 A\N This one deserves its own post. Again, the poem was born from the word, which gives it the title (I didn't quite manage to explain the word in the poem, though). 



      and me,

fricatives die on your tongue,
                   explode in your throat,
particles of unintended hatred
                   dissolve in doldrums:
forbearance does not look good on you.

        and me.

it's easy, it's obvious, you know it,
                     yet you still fight me,
with shams and brotherly love, exposed,
                     "Brother, don't make me do this," 
I whisper, tremulous, weakly; he doesn't listen.