Poems
Poems
More Spaces — a structural minimalist journey mapping the quiet intervals of existence, where fewer words leave more space for the human spirit.
— loud inner world
war
neurons
fire,
explode
inside
the brain;
no rest…
— can’t show
nature,
automatic
the ecosystem
who
configured
the chain?
— right room
the room
bright inside
with
people of
my side
all unknown
but humans
— good thing
window view
tea in hand
rain sings
people and
rolled up pants
— all in
half-hearted
stuff
kills
my other half
like small talk
does to empaths
— Crayons
scratches
fearless
eternal
soul
green
no smearing
— Curves
the rainbows
the river turns
clean curves
no new
always spells
be you
— inhale knowin’ it
a new gut
to hold
a vacuum
in the form of
hope
or
a dot.
— pour it
to breathe
deep
to feel
kind
just an image
of her
in his mind
— after the city sleeps
makes me think
how one fills
an empty pit
after
the whole city
sleeps
— new for you
walking on
same shoe
seeing all
same view
needs to be new
new for you
— short trip
a passenger
sees
few scenes
in distinct colors
every single
day
— not cold?
the weak leaves
fall
sometimes the branch
wants to
break
— closed circuit
a belonging
in an anomic world
a capacitor
to energize his soul
— catalyst
a drop
of
blue ink
precipitates
clear
water
oceanic
— scene that stayed
buses
red and white
come and go
like good times
we stay
until the next bus…
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