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Guden Nov 2019
I am a 5 year old Barnacle
Living on the side of a whale,
Although I don’t know
What a whale is.
I claim it as mine,
Other barnacles cannot live in my whale
Without my permission,
Yet I have no idea
What a whale is.
I live in a colony of barnacles,
I hate all of them.
I don’t believe this is a whale
And I haven’t a clue
What a whale is.
I am a 5 year old Barnacle,
Living on the side of a whale.
Some of the other barnacles
Say we live under the whale,
Not on its side,
They are wrong
They don’t know what a whale is,
Neither do I.
Guden Nov 2019
A tiny breeze
Cleans the stagnant air
Around my bedroom.
I thank the gods
Nobody comes closer to me,
So they cannot smell
The stench of *****,
Unwashed masses of hair.
A breeze that brings
The smell of tear gas,
I sense the protesters
Didn’t want to leave.
Now the smell
Of live death
Fades away
Mixed with scents
Of freedom and dignity.
I wish I was there
I used to be clean,
I used to move around,
When routines kept me going
Instead of being petrified
By the following day;
I used to be useful
Or so I’ve heard.
Guden Nov 2019
Why am I rooted to this place?
Invisible strings
Don’t let me get up
Until I *******,
Just a tiny amount of dopamine
To escape from bed,
From death.
I make plans
To avoid being stuck.
Yet my mind
Holds the reigns
So I will not
Get out of bed
Ever again.
Guden Oct 2019
How can I sleep?
When there’s a railroad
Inside my window
Near my amygdala,
When music plays
On television.
How can I sleep?
When she keeps saying
She misses me,
Yet I don’t know
What this means.
How can I sleep?
If there are blue screens
In the morning it kicks in.
How can I sleep?
If the song
Has not ended
Nor will it stop
In the near future
Since I paid
For no commercial breaks.
Guden Oct 2019
When the wind blows
Through the drapes,
Half open.
A breeze
Comes from somewhere
To play with the smoke.
On the table
There is incense
Going up in essence.
The radio keeps talking,
And screaming
At me,
With me?
My imaginary friends
Would call me paranoid
If I had any.
Guden Jul 2019
I was born in Summer
Almost at the end of it,
I have forgotten the warmth
Of the Sun.
Autumn has been my life,
Most of it
With fallen leaves
Clogging the sewers,
The streets of my story.
I’m in Winter now,
Ice and snow
Cover the doorway,
I  would say this may be the reason
Nobody visits,
Yet it is impossible for me to go out either,
It seems.
I wish I could see Spring,
I have heard marvelous things of it.
I imagine what it is like
To enjoy a cold breeze
While the Sun is warm.
Guden Jul 2019
Today I received a visit from my friend Pax,
She had been lost,
But she won't stay here long.
I offered her a cup of tea
And asked her where she had been,
She told me she was living on the moon,
Since there was no room for her here,
Among bullets and tv,
Football and jealousy,
Pax felt overwhelmed.
I tried to comfort her,
Her mood was contagious.
I asked her to leave
Since the movie was about to begin.
Pax said she was returning to the satellite,
From where the world seems quiet,
From where the world cup is unimportant,
And we all look equally foolish.
Today I received a visit from Pax,
My dearest friend,
Perhaps, I should call her more often.
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