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    A tree as a protest Art

        we talk in circles and to anyone they shout, ‘just get to the point already’ when none of them studied geometry or physics or Wordsworth or expectation you expect poetry to greet you like an old friend so,…

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    Lost Home

      The wind has broken down a couple of times resting on my back giving me solace when in fact she needs it more than me wind, a carrier of good times doused with the fragrance of a lover's kiss…

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    A friend I never Knew

      A friend I Never knew, The body of Mine in Mirroring Form.   Sadness as I’ve Felt, A torture Wrought From the Twisting Antics of False clowns Marching with Black balloons On shadowy Streets.   Something in A restless…

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    The Spiral Graveyard

      Sprawling in tiny, The graveyard behind my house, Is a spiral graveyard with Hundreds of tomb stone, Etched with emotions, Hidden inside the lunar light. The tombstone carved Out of their regret, Shines in turbulent thunder, When words fall…

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    A reincarnation

      It didn’t burn like my ambitions did, it didn’t break the way ideals always do, just vanished, like an angel in the clouds, with wings made of white nothingness and the feather it dropped is probably fantasy as on…

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    Cannibals Of love

      Darling, you look like you’ve never washed the hair of someone who hurt you I’ve always been a Good Samaritan when it comes to aiding strangers but I can’t go on pretending I’m doing this for you the airport…

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    Hourglass

      I keep time with an hourglass because I prefer the shape.   It reminds me of the bottles with the dark sweet fluidity of caffeine and the feminine bodies keeping my attention.   This addiction holds me tight, so…

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    Live to die or die to live?

      Rolling the skin deeply In the waters, rusting my bones cold moisture seeps the pores hits spine, undercurrents discharged pupil widens, nostrils expand I breathe in the black smoke hair rise stiffens the nerves muscles inflamed; cortisol infused bloodstream…

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    Head, Island, time and wave

    1. It is here we keep hands. Can you squash the honeybees on this table? My head bronzes the idea of faking islands, for our home. To save it. My head is the sun, islands; a wave. I hold your…

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    Welcome to Olive Skins.A literary platform for surreal and abstract poets and artists. You may find beautiful and brave writings here which shall stir your heart, will make you feel the pain, the words, the essence of poetry, prose, fiction.…

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