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by the wish
I don’t talk much what’s going to happen probably doesn’t that my silence travels here nowhere else unshuffled words my ideas circle like moths about a light inconsequence too bad I aborted eternity...
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something of night
Stepping-stones on an open fall my limbs remind me of crying cataracts the fall is unique relative to some approaching infinity all my thoughts are grounded solely on the black stream an overarching...
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from the bottom up
my mistake was to make a philosophy out of the gurgling sound when hope sank to the bottom of the pond I invested too much in clouds they can hardly break the rapid fall of my words as they crash into...
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the fucking truth
A wild band of maniacs command me I am hostage given the liberty to think but not to feel they feed me futures the bones of tasks I am hunted with a shield of invisible ideas I am naked to the truth...
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the sensation of knowing has faded
the sensation of knowing has faded the congealing cement our last coverture ugly, reeking and already alone with a bullet of important birth have the notes in the eyes a melody of face and terror the...
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in the span of 20 minutes
The rain has made senseless x’s on the pane beyond it the turbulent clouds initiate the horror and a short trance, my madness no symbol is free to speak of mundane matters is now unacceptable the...
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The total roar of futile flirt
The throat is the key long gullet of hope rebel stomach for rage my intestines atop destruction they are the spies of lies the accomplices of alcohol suicide is salvation in this state the answer is...
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of the circle
A moments core wandering many hands invented touching me – us moment + the inner uncertainty touched by silhouettes possibly a mother whose age is light and clarity in a moment the thought of progress...
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the old librarian
I’m the old arrogant librarian lost at sea haven’t read a book in seven years since led astray in the salty scales of the sea, carrying within the eroded treasures of antiquity reciting to myself Ovid...
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The Scream (2012 – painting)
Acrylic on canvas. 120x120cm Name: The Scream Click image for bigger view ©2012 Pablo Saborío Nihilistic Poetry Blog
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