...we are all struggling with pains of growing and life issues, at least we try...
i didn't find you at the party
faced down on the wooden floor,
painted in silver and chrome.
you wandered the roofs outside,
lonely,
danced in circles, discovered mysterious sounds,
and visions,
and images
to pitch your own eyes out,
once were full of joy.
but yet in the most indifferent way,
they were an idealisation machine.
so nonchalant!
the night fades out, the neighbourhood covers with blur.
the day bleeds,
and our blue hearts breaks with rage,
and bitterness,
yet we'll wait for the cycle repeat.
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online poetry
Şiircompilation of nonlinear internet-influenced poetry about being young and in love and being betrayed, growing up and life celebration
