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Story Of The Footloose

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Dying Star

The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines … More

art, dark, death, night, nomad, poetry, reflection, star, writing

Down

In thought and in death, aspirations drop and sink. Downwards. Oh the weight of azure sky that rests on my … More

death, freedom, life, nature, photography, poetry, thought, writing

Fluid World: Voices

Things have been a little unusual lately… or so it would seem, had I not been paying attention and meticulously … More

death, escape, Fluid World, meditation, poetry, silence, syria, war, writing

friend, hand and heart

why have you been hiding your hands behind your face, my friend… your eyes are beautiful, but it is your … More

art, dance, death, friendship, love, nature, poetry, truth, writing

fever; momentariness

Charming, you present me your presence withholding the lines, nary a complete you a ghost to my touch, a shadow, … More

autumn, death, fiction, life, photography, poet, poetry, promise, spring

Groundless

When the world makes you cry, I feel something inside me die… lately, I’ve been feeling groundless… last night, in … More

death, knowledge, life, nature, photography, poetry, seclusion, silence, writing

Semantic Death

You’ve successfully logged in to the network… What do you wish to do now? Confront the God of Geometry? He’s … More

art, death, digital art, God, logic, logos, meaning, network, writing

Away Flees my Mourning

A tide sits upside down on the rooftop of my grandfather’s cottage in the village… Tide turns and places a … More

death, dream, life, literature, mourning, night, novalis, photography, writing

Hello Death. This is my Poetry.

I listen closely to the evening and search for the feeling in her heart. She looks back into my eyes … More

art, death, digital art, fiction, kunst, liebe, love, melancholy, poet, poetry, romance, tod

Understanding Death

A man sits quiet on his usual chair His hands hold his heavy head high And grasps on tight to … More

art, death, despair, melancholy, photography, poem, poetry

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