I realized I write a lot. There’s notebooks and loose papers of poetry, journals and then there’s blank untouched notebooks that I like to keep as a collection. And this does…
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Pump up the temperature. Heat it up,Heat it up. We need to kill it. There’s an intruder. We must fight it If you see it. Lock it. 105°C ~S.H.~
Sometimes people ask me if I ever write about them. Dedicate a poem to them. I do write about them. It’s just that they don’t know. ~S.H.~
I dreamt of you, Picking up those pieces, Of shards of glass. Terrified. I’d cry, In front of you. ~S.H.~
Definitely all this silence. To this blog page, Is in fact killing me. Like an addiction. I grasp the thing that goes to my head. And paste it here. It…
My thoughts are compressed, And saturated, Like that concentrated, Juice of orange. Acidic and contorted, Mutated in some way or another. At this moment? Now? Under the airy breeze, That…
It is a different place, Than what I remembered. Pure white. I can now see the grains, Of the photos, upclose. Focus. Reprimanded myself to ignore, Those rigid lines. Blur.…