Poem, poetry

Animus

With you it felt that everything was in alignment

Even my head

Especially it

And my body more grounded

Or my soul

If there is such a thing 

now it is chaos

And all the doors are blocked in my apartment

Can’t talk with anybody

Except for what they throw at me

That’s it

Always interrupted

Whenever my thought is pursuing something

The surface people are like daggers

They are embodied

And I am removed

Once with you I felt there was some meaning

To all what is floating and disjoined

And my mind had been grounded 

But now I hate you

Because all you have seen in me was a woman

And you 

In it 

And me like your canvas or a character.

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Poem, poems, poetry

GARDENING

It was a bitter trial

I don’t know how many steps I still need to take to step out of the chaos

maybe the emptiness is good

without the witchcraft and darkness lurking

without anything particularly interesting

maybe the nenufares

in the barrel

are better

than all that

deadly

luxury

and the ambitions of the dead.

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