It’s just a small window I see trough
when I relief myself
of what’s left
the unwanted
just don’t look to long
it might stain you
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picture
Day 1138, be revealed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
After many years
a forgotten inside
stored in darkness
will be revealed
as memory
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Day 1136, monotone minds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A door
to the other side
where the world
goes on
is
sometimes
hard to find
in monotone
minds
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Day 1134, counting down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In storage
are my thoughts of you
in boxes
the pictures I took
in a corner
the time we had
still counting down
from the day we met
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Day 1132, what!
Day's pictures, Poetry
I tell you
I like to
I don’t know
What do you think?
Should I?
~
What!
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Day 1125, alone in space.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Complex
alone in space
cold
moving air
touches
where I will
grow
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Day 1121, levers.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Two levers
open
two doors
lead
two roads
you know
two ways
to go
two
unknown
destinations
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Day 1120, element.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The elements
changing
the grey
darkness
the light
transact
a dance
the element
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Day 1118, retreat.
Haiku, Poetry
Some stand in front
alone
brave
by choice?
Or
did the others
retreat
wisely?
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Day 1115, stained heart.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Small fragments get lost
from a stained heart
finding new places
forced by the movement
overtime
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Day 1112, vessels.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I think of
time
colorful memories
fluid
stored
in decaying vessels
for…
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Day 1109, stacking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Stacking your thoughts
in the order they come to you
is a thought process.
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Day 1104, believe.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When people started dividing,
in the cave we never left,
the few in front of us all
where only closer to the shapes
the shadows of what is not
for us all.
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Day 1101, evolution.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Human evolution
sometimes
it seems to stand still.
The other times
it is.
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Day 1099, stairs up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A corridor leads
to stairs up
dimly lit
by ancient, incandescent
its filaments
humming
counting down, to their end.
Rushed by the cadence
I feel my way
up
eyes closed
foreseeing the darkness
escaping time
ending.
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Day 1098, reflections.
Day's pictures, Poetry
From afar
you look bright, in red
I come closer
to greet
I can’t see
inside
from up here
through reflections
I see
your former
when we do
meet
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