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imaginea utilizatorului Virgil Titarenco

noctis

...

we don’t exist
we just try
looking thru the thick bottle bottom glass
we float inside loneliness
like ephemerides
please don’t think of us
don’t even mention us during dinner
or during those long hours of idle talk
when rain never stops
and the dreams are grey
nobody knows our plan
but we try
to escape the dictionary
and the perpetual tendency
to exist

imaginea utilizatorului Naan Lea

abbey wall

dim, turbid, huge waves, sometimes
troubled silt, quicksand
by sky water clouds
and you can not see
but the early mornings
you know, there has been a window you
crouched on the ledge because thus you could run
amongst the sands of darkness onto the path to stars,
a way often gilded by moon
and even when it was raining, was windy, or storm
barrier was not actually there
thus you could watch above,
until the sun scattered crystals
and the wall appeared in all his greatness

imaginea utilizatorului Corina Papouis

Nag

[certified for 18+ only..]

In this household there’s far too much noise!...your mobile, your pager, your palmtop, your laptop, your desktop, your land-line, your radio, your plasma screen, your mp3, your screw driver, your GPS, your audio-books, your lawn-mower, your toothbrush, your stereo, your play-station, your VCR, your hair-dryer, your pod-casts, your DVD player, your digital clock, your analogue clock, your juicer, my vibrator, your drill...

Feb 2010

imaginea utilizatorului Corina Papouis

Costa's

(fictional tale of real beverages)

he sat at table number 9
she chose 10
their eyes never met
but only through the wall wide gilded mirror across the room
he thought her name was Faith
she guessed his was Luke
he took a sip from his mocha massimo every 41 secs
she guessed he was 41, slowly stirring her white-no-sugar earl grey
she wondered if the girl on page three of his 'Sun' was a blond, a brunette or a red head
he wondered what principle she's at in 'Why men love bitches'
they ate lemon and poppy seed muffins with small bites
his lips were firm

imaginea utilizatorului Corina Papouis

The National Poetry Competition

(article)

The National Poetry Competition has been one of Britain's top single poem competitions since 1978. It is judged by a new set of judges each year, and all poems are made anonymous before they are judged. The National Poetry Competition is organised by the Poetry Society, one of Britain's most dynamic arts organisations, representing poetry both nationally and internationally.

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