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Sunday, 29 April 2018

and just as much forgotten

there once was a Poet who
could describe what it means
to be a person,
who could capture in words
all the shades of human feelings,
who could liberate you
from your demons,
and ease your suffering
with a single parable,
who could explain the meaning of life,
so that you could find your own.

the Poet died alone,
on the street,
choked in his own vomit.

not a single word written down,
not a single word listened by
the passersby.
homeless,
ignorant,
mad,
and very much forgettable.





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Tuesday, 17 April 2018

adulthood

legend has it
that in order to truly become
an adult,

you have to go to that sacred place
that you spent the summers
of your early years,

find a spot
that’s protected from the elements
and concealed from stranger’s eyes,

and draw with perfect white chalk
the simple figure of a child,
as only a child would.

then you can leave that place in peace,
safe in the knowledge,
that all your silly dreams,
your carelessness,
all the times you spoke
or acted without thinking,
are well behind you,
trapped inside that drawing.

and once you’ve done this
I really hope
our eyes never meet again.




















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