POETRY and PREJUDICE

to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

петък, 22 януари 2016 г.

now i know

the silence as canvas
as a diamond chest full of poison
as the keyhole just without the key
and your mind as a knife
that could slice the fabric open
and let the bloodred seeds spill out
your words as the mud
the clay under fingers, your mouth
open as gates to let the tide through

the sounds as the final vessel
your will as a might so giant
the final result as something completely detached

you
as
god –
alone, forever silent

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