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Tag: spoken word

  • Autumn whisper

    Autumn whisper

    Maybe we had once driven through a windy town to a rundown dinerWhere a song about sadness of a past time lingeredin happy notes over fruity tones from carelessly made coffeeI had hoped in this life you’d have more of those for me to see It is not that we ought to, but only that…

  • Projection

    Projection

    I am closing my eyes as the gentle up-and-down of this music carry me through the faint tangibility of my soul I’ve turned back to the music, the mysticism of art as my tears have now started to fall and I risk drowning in my nature I am silent, stuck and shaking, nervous as is…

  • Secrets of a rainy night

    On the roof is confrontation that strangely comforts me and my little brothers, asleep through this pitter-patter. In our room, it resonates this sound, through this this noise: they can sleep lying dogs after a long day and I in here can breathe, stay still, finally, still. The rain seeps through the ceiling making our…

  • 초코파이

    There was a box of choco piemeant for youleft behind the hidden door of the pantryback there in the place where home meant alonefor me, at least, that was what I had wantedunless otherwise meant I could walk you backto where you had wanted to beI think it was October too that was supposedlya last…

  • Being, doing, tiring

    I heard it was said that resistance is a form of anger what then is this anger for? I cannot even see it only feel the tingles underneath my eyes Burning, oh, how they burn The yellow light from the distance remind me of hope, some home far away Except that home is not mine,…

  • I am No One

    I am no one There is no one that is myself so how can I be free from that image, a reflection holding my hands and mouth bound by the distortion of the glass mirror There is no one, no one here so how can anyone scream, begging for liberty no one is here to…

  • I feel it once again and still it hits me like a train

    I feel it once again and still it hits me like a train

    My eleventh hour has come at last / to save me, I’d think, but it’s just the station’s closing.

  • A Treasure to be Shared

    a surprising discovery:buried under life-size extraordinary8,000, 150, 130, 520one of the most popularhiddena treasure insideto be sharedthis shining, fragile clay jarsthe message not to beshared with newsto keep to myself

  • [in the in] Between

    [in the in] Between

    . the sun met the moon at the calculated hour the detailed minutes of their conference were provided and, as follows: (now at this point, you, reader, imagine what the two celestial bodies might say to the other in this meeting. fully visualize the burning ball that is the Sun face-to-face with the rocky cold…