poetry

Grains

A box full of grains Same colour same size And I was playing with it Transferring from one box to the other Uniformly the grains flowed But no connection No interaction They all looked similar Yet different I tried to establish a bond But they all were apart Each traveled its own path No care […]

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The River…

    Inside the forests, I wandered With wild animals Hungary for food and life They tried to suck my blood And tear me down I walked and walked And sometimes I ran too The mind was baffled The body was tired Life was aimless My actions were pointless I thought about the purpose of

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Crying soul

    A knife in my hand I cut my heart Blood spilled all over I look inside And search for something Something unknown But familiar Hidden I cut my veins I squeeze my eyes I burn my lips I tie my throat To push it out of my mouth I drown in water To

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Half soul…

    The darkest hours of the night The brightest hours of the day The fast running winds The harsh rains The azure sky The rough land In all moments At every place Surrounded by every natural calamity Is my body Inside a box Waiting for the soul What’s the point? It’s dead Unaffected by

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