Category: Lamps
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Pancakes & Wine
Pancakes and wine.Germany was so nice.Pancakes and wine.It was all we needed at the time. My friends always feed me dinner,They love a feast and enjoy a drink.After five years without seeing them,I arrived in Mannheim to the famous pancakes and the addition of wine. This poem is an oath to simple things like pancakes […]
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Hangover
‘I’m so over drinking.’My boyfriend responds, ‘you say that now.’I turn around, and I have nothing to say.I give him this look, and so he laughs.He had to go to work. I didn’t want him to leave.I could hear him complain about his headache all day.I think ‘water’ once he leaves ME to face me.Awaiting… A […]
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Nam
Gently holding a mosquito in my hands.‘What am I doing?’ I think,‘Back in the day, I would have killed the bastard thing.’It would have prevented my family and me from getting a mosquito-transmitted disease. Most wish they could live in the tropical.My friends and I joke over the phone:‘How is Nam?’‘How are those flashbacks going?’This […]
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Cold
I’m no little grasshopper.I learn, but I’m not learning. Houston smells like pine floor cleaner.Spain smells like dry leaves,and England is a mix between musk and dust. ‘She is so little,’ some say.Most say at some point. I hear them. Venezuelan houses smell like food and wood cleaner.Sometimes granite cleaner or simply like granite floor. […]
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Flat
I used to want to ownA small one-room flatI overcome, I overcomeI used to like this joband I grow, I grow.I can’t own a small flat, fine.I want a house I can’t have.I want room to grow, not work from home.I don’t want to stay in and save.Not anymore, no.I’m taking my partner out on […]
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Selfish
I’m selfishI want to be alone now. I want to be left alone to do the thing I do when I’m aloneto think that I work hard and get nothing in return and think some more… I could be cooking when I’m hungry,I could be letting go when I’m lonely.But I don’t want to,That’s the […]
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Bed
What I mostly want is to wake up.Laying next to the granite floor. Waking up as in the act.Waking up is just that. I wake up perhaps to the cold, to a family member gossiping on the balcony or to the children outside yelling, and I would probably hate it. I remain silent. Mesmerized by […]
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Snow
A slow man, melting, sitting on the bench of a lonesome park. The meaning of time passes by while birds fly into the grey sky. Buildings lack the significance that they were once built upon. People flow on the streets like streams of water underneath the concrete, streams that can only rise to the surface […]
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Dec. 2022
‘It doesn’t feel like Christmas at all!’Goes that song about Christmas.He begs their partner to come back home.I guess he needs someone to split the energy bill with.
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Poetry Workshop
Rhythmic poetry exercise, using word association from the poetry workshop from the shiiku._community with imanwest_ at Strange Brew, Bristol. I tried my best to follow the rhythm. However, I didn’t get to quite write these on the beat. I did like some of the ideas that came out of this week’s workshop, and I thought one of the poems is […]
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