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 May 2023
irinia
a fearless incantation in my watery hands
that show you things you don't wanna know
about the fluidity of bones
I imagine with my fingers poems  you've never
asked for cause happiness is a bitter woman for you
take me back home from the land of noise
keep me in your armpit like the shadow of a smile
 Apr 2023
irinia
tears are
weight
taste
colour
music
they are in love with
the gravitational attraction
I tried their speed today

tears are full of
heartbeat
screams
interrupted gestures
helplessness
the god of sweating
the dance of life
the unknown of the sublime

my tears are full of
the broken world
in their eyes
the sea of time spinning
its fountain of hope and despair

these tears are
full of me, of you
of us & them
again and again
full of  "creative ambiguity"
true wholeheartedness
 Feb 2023
irinia
your eyes hot like a bullet
mine engulfed by the equinox &
the silences I walked away from
we are two or more
two people who shout at each other letters
that have never touched any alphabet
who throw beautiful ideas to be caught by twilight
the hour is always unknown
as if we watch each other's destiny
what comes next only the oracle of Delphi knows
or the roots of entropy maybe
I keep some thoughts in the straitjacket

we guard bridges, ancient castles in the sky
we guard the world not to turn into a casket without music
who invented this question mark
that we owe each other happiness
I wonder if the trees have unspoken meanings
do they turn overnight into telescopes to quest
the loneliness of stars, as we do

I might turn into a shadow
blinded by darkness
we draw uncanny shapes,
everything a circle can endure
with our mouths full of pebbles
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My heart feels the clouds —
So warm and yet so heavy
It’s as if I’m pondering
About the next visit of its bleeding.

I’m incomplete
With those, I’ve considered as variables
For a long time ago —
Devastated with lots of foolishness I entertain,
And I’m stuck with the utterance
Of who’s waving the white flag.

Without a single thought,
I mock myself over and over again.
Within my pillows,
I shed and saved so many tears
As if I’m gonna earn from it one day.

From time to time,
I check the beating of ng heart
If I’m still on the track
That once paved before me.

And I shiver
With those old pictures of yesterday
So old yet so new —
And I can feel my genuine gladness.
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