“Sane people don’t write
poems. Do you agree?”
I nod, “Surely!”
and think, “…rhymes with poorly.”
Colleagues esteem my good sense.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Tag Archives: Poem
GUEST POST // A Prayer “Why” by Purple Creature
I am alone, in cruel world…
Wondering… is this for me?
I didn’t ask to be here, and yet I am…
Who would do this?
Make me…
It’s miraculous actually, if you were to look inside me
Dissect me, and see how my human body works…
With tiny fist in air, I shake it at God and demand…
WHY?
WHY make me, and then abandon me…
Alone, cold, hungry… thrown in a dumpster…
Left for garbage… human waste…
What kind of would God allow this?
Silence is all I hear with this question…
So my prayer is this, please let it end quick
Or answer me… I am a bastard, the lowest of low,
But even I deserve and an answer.
All powerful and mighty One…Why???
by PURPLE CREATURE
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Misguided
Sometimes you fly in the electric sky
and doubt… WTF am I doing here?
Sometimes you wake in a president’s tie
and cry… WTF am I doing here?
You’re a spoiled child… and boom! You’re a scapegoat
and bleat… WTF am I doing here?
Hey, you can’t win a regatta aboard a tugboat…
Stop doubt; cry, bleat. Jump overboard. Take control and steer!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Haiku
I often wonder…
We waste dozens of words where
Haiku is enough
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Bottom sediment
Sometimes he loses the flow
and feels like an empty caul.
Sometimes his favorite show
is a tapestry on the wall.
His voice is an ant in resin…
Dumbness. An unfertilized plot
becomes incoherent and thin
on the bottom of the dry ink pot.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
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