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Feb 23 · 65
Human
Amethyste Feb 23
It is this thing with the human.
We got associations for everything.
A round vowel.
Square consonant.
For the touch of breeze on the skin.
Well absorbing it,
It might be some sort of mistake!?
Joke of Gods!
But they call it human!
Or art!
Nature
Feb 22 · 65
Bizarre
Amethyste Feb 22
The universe is unexpected
Bizarre
Full of twists
And he is my father
I must have inherited it from him.
Feb 22 · 1.4k
Poetry
Amethyste Feb 22
Come and look at me
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.
Feb 22 · 70
Daughter of the ocean
Amethyste Feb 22
Understanding brought me to fiction this time.
I am the siren.
Daughter of the ocean
Feb 21 · 58
Monotony
Amethyste Feb 21
Monotony is tearing me up
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.
Feb 21 · 65
Monotony
Amethyste Feb 21
Monotony is tearing me up
It is black and white
Black and white
Black and white.
Feb 21 · 75
City on fire
Amethyste Feb 21
Remnants of a faded dream.
The fatigue of a city on fire!
Opened wings to fly!
There was not much to do around.
Feb 20 · 91
Love
Amethyste Feb 20
You cannot tell love!
You can only catch,
Visions of it!
Dream like!
Played as it lives on human constructions.
Feb 20 · 152
Psychedelic
Amethyste Feb 20
What if my perception were all a psychedelic experience?
…A psychedelic ocean?
….Not to be feared of,
…To be accepted.
Waves going through your head.
Sometimes
…It is so much!
So deep!
So vast!
Feb 20 · 90
Trip to Barcelona
Amethyste Feb 20
They were standing nearby a rock;
It was a sunny day.
And she had thought,
It would be a very good day to soak up the sun;
They had arrived there by train.
And he had told her,
That they might see a black pig,
Because they were frequent on that place;
«They are very fierce and territorial.»
He had told her;
So time after time,
She turned her head on both sides,
To see the black pig;
It was very quiet,
And even though,
There was a street nearby them,
No cars passed;
They were smoking cigarettes,
And not talking much.
As if not to go against the quietness,
Of this remote part of the city;
A little chat
Here and there,
Would be heard,
From time to time;
He had told her about:
When he had been homeless
For a couple of weeks.
And also his ex-girlfriend
And how they had broken up.
Because she left him for someone else;
He had his head on his bag.
As he was lying on the ground.
But at some moment stood up,
And looked at her.
«It is nice!»
He said
We have been together
For 2 days now.
From the moment we met,
At the center of the city.
And you have not asked me:
«What do I do for a living!»
Trip to Barcelona

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