The road to freedom
ends
where the horizon
begins.
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pictures
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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Day 1097, my room.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My room
is silently lit by harsh light,
where I stand naked in front of
reaching for a sign
that someone
opens
my window.
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Day 1091, different.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It started out as one, all the same
in time some told to go, change
falling to be replaced, worn down
still together in being, different.
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Day 1090, couch.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The left side of the couch
is where I stare,
sitting in the middle –
where future meets past
my silence –
of the room.
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Day 1089, my room.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I was cooking the other day
and sorrows where thinking for me,
between the damp and smoke.
It’s a mess, said my room
up there, in my thoughts
where I stare at the walls.
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Day 1088, out there.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It comes from under the door
from far, driven by the wind
What it is? That’s waiting out there.
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Day 1085, waiting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting for the reflection
to disappear
and swim
in molten ice.
Nochrisis
Day 1083, clouds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Shadows slowly take over the last hour of the day
drifting from sea heavy laden clouds come to engulf
and feast on what’s left of the warmth in the valleys.
Nochrisis
Day 1081, cat and mouse.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A cat, goes around
a corner in the house.
–
A mouse, turns around
a corner in the house.
–
Both, they stand still
waiting, for the chase.
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Day 1080, for all the woman.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The dark flower.
All of life’s forces used.
Towering over
looked down on
alone
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Nina Simone, I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
Day 1079, A morning at the kindergarten.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Big empty canvas. Paint
12 different colors. Paint
–
Sleeves rolled up. Paint
Squeezing tubes. Paint
–
Little fingers play. Paint
Fantasy smeared. Life.
–
Nochrisis
Day 1077, fear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Begging to a wall, cornered
a mighty force, storms in my world
past on anger still spills, from its wounds
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Day 1076, water colors.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A big table with thousands of beautiful colors
where time slows down, stands still and looks at you
at the fantasy that forms by a vibrant mind
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Day 1074, I look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a peephole I look
afraid, and see a dark forest.
The door won’t open.
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Day 1073, twice.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look in two mirrors and see two halves twice of myself.
I recognize both from past mirrored reflections.
I don’t know what I would know about them without them.
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