21 03, 2017

Rain dance

2017-07-09T01:06:04+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

Too bad rain can’t wash away
tears you’ve never cried.
Little drops
dripping from your hair
and running down your face,
that was the closest you’ve ever been
to crying.
The moment it occurred to you
that tears could help your eyes
get rid of that image,
it had been traveling for years
through untraceable paths
of your being.
Rain can’t rehydrate words
that […]

21 03, 2017


2017-07-09T01:06:57+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

They raised their voices
in the name of compassion
to silence words
they didn’t like enough,
paradoxical was their motto
and their flag a colorful cloth.
Slogans signaled their virtue
urgently, loud, rhythmically
as one voice.
As true as if they really meant it,
that you could almost
trust their cause.
So they grew
and became the authority,
silencing and controlling
everyday more,
each time pushing
a bit further,
until […]

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