Submissions by TonyKuKo
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Sarah
(A Poem Inspired on Sarah McLachlan)
"What are we trapped in?"
Two moving objects,
the rest is controlled
static
timeless
They are built by a trinity
far away from our galaxy
compiling stages,
mirror ball,
beauty on Sarah.
A name spirited away
encountered,
an artistic pattern
foreshadowed
The combat,
the yingyang
flying in time with their slaves
the cycle,
its fear
its duality
timed
"what are we trapped in?"
"What are we trapped in?"
Two moving objects,
the rest is controlled
static
timeless
They are built by a trinity
far away from our galaxy
compiling stages,
mirror ball,
beauty on Sarah.
A name spirited away
encountered,
an artistic pattern
foreshadowed
The combat,
the yingyang
flying in time with their slaves
the cycle,
its fear
its duality
timed
"what are we trapped in?"
540 reads
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States of Being
She exists as mind-blowing
Staged by spirits for our questions
“The De-Illusionist Shrink”
Yet venomous for your terrain
Here are the dream keepers,
Chasing to find me
Into a glazed state
Quasi-fictional
She holds many dimensions and wears disguises
She is forbidden because she is alive
Factual, scientific, the truth
The inconvenient truth
Hey --- How many times have I trespass the border?
Am I not free to this world?
Yes --- I Am
Walk me through this enlightenment
Imperfect and surreal
Hosting a status...
Staged by spirits for our questions
“The De-Illusionist Shrink”
Yet venomous for your terrain
Here are the dream keepers,
Chasing to find me
Into a glazed state
Quasi-fictional
She holds many dimensions and wears disguises
She is forbidden because she is alive
Factual, scientific, the truth
The inconvenient truth
Hey --- How many times have I trespass the border?
Am I not free to this world?
Yes --- I Am
Walk me through this enlightenment
Imperfect and surreal
Hosting a status...
555 reads
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Poem of An Avatar
As the guilt chases its pardon,
as the dusk to the moon
as the eternal to the nirvana
The world, a chess.
We are toddler spirits sheltered in the insides of a being.
To whom we do not accept to be inferior.
as the dusk to the moon
as the eternal to the nirvana
The world, a chess.
We are toddler spirits sheltered in the insides of a being.
To whom we do not accept to be inferior.
624 reads
2 Comments
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