Hyde Dynasty
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Thoughts from inner peace, chasing shadows.
Do you need light to choose your pavement?
Wanna be a folklore instead of jumbled dominoes?
Is life an aroma? Please, make it fragrant.
To see my face in the mirror of a neighbor's house,
Homeless to the one who lives in the holiday mansions.
Written in pages, written by Hyde's spouse,
Under streetlights, walkers with strange attractions.
Pass the bridge; life is lifeless for a day to come.
How do you describe a person? How to know oneself?
The neighbor's mind answered with his blue thumb,
Disappearing memories, egos on his bookshelf.
The dynasty inside Jekyll, once Scarlet Vendetta,
Jump to conclusions, pinpointing the least.
As long as it is hidden from eyes, no dilemma,
If existential anxieties turn a man into a beast.
Stars can't speak about the history of the universe,
This inner peace brought something you'll regret.
Logical is a prototype of an unbreakable curse,
Losing oneself by hiding for a lifetime in a closet.
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Cornelia Street
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
