vreas: Poems

Jul 2015 · 283

Nine

vreas Jul 2015

Nine

And still the last
fragment is falling
dust on them.
If you wish to take
out the rain, beware
all the cats.

Jul 2015 · 263

Eight

vreas Jul 2015

Eight

There's nobody home,
there's nobody outside.
The doors collide trying
to catch the last train.

Jul 2015 · 254

Seven

vreas Jul 2015

Seven

The dust falls down, quietly,
on all the deserted
roads, the abandoned
signs, the broken homes.

Jul 2015 · 376

Six

vreas Jul 2015

Six

There is a time
there is a place
in which your name
is spelled freely on
all the tombstones.
For a lucky chance
he holds the last note
forever.

Jul 2015 · 185

Five

vreas Jul 2015

Five

Is long gone the
day of longing,
the rhythm is broken
once again in dispair
we meet, and dispair
was all we ever had.

Jul 2015 · 223

Four

vreas Jul 2015

Four

Where was the truth?
The truth had lied.
Besiege the time of
you, recall the ribbons and
the arms.

Jul 2015 · 238

Three

vreas Jul 2015

Three

Have mercy brother,
have mercy on me,
call the last line and
take the first laugh.
Now the setting sun
feels heavy as a word,
the words are pale
as the setting sun.

Jul 2015 · 246

Two

vreas Jul 2015

Two

We were foretold
by that crazed queen
you call life,
we were called here,
we were brought all strong,
all weak, naked, blue
in the snow.

Jul 2015 · 238

One

vreas Jul 2015

One

None of us asked why
but please, tell us anyway,
just for the game,
just for the laughs.

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