T'ya
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CATEGORY
just different
Lives created between blue spaces...
copulation of mind and pen
now crumpled inside a wooden coffin,
once their birthplace,
to be discarded into a graveyard of lost notions
Red lines strike through black lines
executing their existence,
or maybe just killing them briefly
so they might simply be born again; ah, yes, born again
I sift through graves to revive bodies I deem fit
as to give them life once more
and allow them to live among pages of immortality
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COMMENTS
Hsanan says: Great power, and depth. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY T'ya
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FRANKENSTEIN'S APPRENTICE Lives created between blue spaces...  |
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My Apologies In my haste…my seemingly callous selfishness, |
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Thank You for Saying Goodbye I don't hate you for not loving me anymore |
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Promiscuous Poetess Forgive me for I have sinned, |
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A Work of Art Lines of colorless spaces |
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Her Hands She held my face in the palms of her |
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I Still Write my fingers pulsate |
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Delusions of For(N)ever I entered in blindly with |
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Dying to Love You i would breathe |
