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Gathering by AlicePopkorn
I erased the orange lightpainted it eerily blueoutlines of the birdsflew into mewheels stopped in wastelandyet I found a treebirds scattered into nowherebut returned and gathered near mein such a place of quietudethey too fell silentwe watched the fading lightand drowsily fell asleepwhen sands came from all sidesall of us were buried alive."if you come and dig now,you will discover the fossilized we."
renewed in the springs of Marchmy new avataris but a shadow of my previous oneI prefer it this waya plastic smiledoesn't fail memechanical motionis good for the soulreal and virtual merge at a pointI grin at the nonsensical thingssomewhere in the falsified lifeI feel a tremulous breeze blowingwhich wraps around meengulfs this avatar, strips it bareleaves me with the older versionI fall in love with myself yet again
Isn't March great to be a birth month?
a single word rests in the shadeanother follows it, standing at a distanceafter a while both come closerone by one words come out themI catch each oneplace on a paperjuggling around I get a poemnot something originalyet not a copyit is something like a magician conjuresout of nowhere it seems to everyoneyet it had been there right under their nosethus the words have always been thereonly a few gave them semblance of orderI don't claim to be one of thosebut for a poetI don't do too badyou too come, catch a few a wordsdo make them memorable in poetry of stewit ought to be relished by all not just a few
I come undonein totality when your brazen hunger nuzzles meI nuzzle into youmy hunger is not brazenly definedyet it too totallydoes you in
song is but a joyillogically I sing offkeyon my birthday today
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Today it is my birthday. I had looked forward of it being the best one of my life but that didn't happen. So what? I can still celebrate it, can't I? I will gift myself with some jewellery, I am hankering after. Another pair of Platinum studs and of course, books. What else should I buy? I wouldn't mind suggestions.
time ahead intimidates medemands a piece of meI turn askew and sing a dirge silentlyletting the aura slowly fade away from meI look at my immaculate fingerspainted so meticulously,each one ringed tooI think sadness has no place hereI can't let it rule meI squint towards the sunrays of light blind meyet warmth permeates mewashes away the negativesI am left with tranquilty"when a new aura sets around me, I welcome it illogically"
