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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Art, climate change, Culture, Dark moods, literature, Literature, london, love, Poem, poems, poetry, Theathre of cruelty

Tunnel

I started thinking that ‘love’ is evil

vengeful

it’s hate

it’s murderous

so I’ll forget this whole business

and go

to meet

Karakoram mountains instead

or something like that

for a while

before I get back to dreadful London

to deal with all this deathly business

of

flowers

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